Gangrene Poems - Poems about Gangrene

...Excise Exercise 2: In a wasteland decision is a choice. Faced with Life or Death makes progress clear- What are the options? Face the Fear of both. One brutal truth. Find love's surviva......Read the rest...

...No winds are winnowing enough To put a quill back in the hands of the dead poet Or confidence back in the trachea of the strangled speaker In me Because no words are as vile As no words at all ......Read the rest...

...A Workman Approved by God 2 Timothy :14-16 Keep reminding them of these things. Warn them before God against quarreling about words; it is of no value, and only ruins them who listen. Do yo......Read the rest...

...Insidious political correctness is pushed from top to bottom - to entice with policies immoral, stupid, reckless, for which the population pays the price. Political correctness is a weapon! When......Read the rest...

...My doctor is a surgeon, a man of know-how and expedience. I set before you now his methods from personal experience: When, to my despair, I developed ED, he transplanted me another and quipped: ......Read the rest...

...“It’s a parcel for you, Sarge!” the words hung visibly; condensed in the bitter air. Ice underfoot cracked beneath the sodden boots approaching; each step releasing fetid odours of rottin......Read the rest...

...A scorpion will never face it’s own stinger. A bear will never maul itself. Why then do some men have wounds they wont talk about? It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. ......Read the rest...

...As the night foster, sank my fragile heart, Because the frivolous moon began to play with my thoughts, As gleam the the moon up high , heart began to go in deep, Thinking of many butterflies that ......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poets Elemental by Michael R. Burch for and after Dylan Thomas The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil— for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet; each syllab......Read the rest...

...She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre of the moment seemed t......Read the rest...

...The God Who Sees, from the seed to the reap. Not like man. He’s keen to depths of our hearts. Our imaginings, our unholy gripes, dissipate with our Lord’s glorious light. The Lantern......Read the rest...

...On screen My spleen Gangrene Gone green I died Wife cried Doc sighed He'd tried News clip Now RIP......Read the rest...

...State of the Art (II) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer ~~~......Read the rest...

...Everything my mother or grandmother cooked was good for your soul from the rich beef ribs braised in a new red wine to the lamb or pork nurtured tenderly with fresh herbs or even the high fat ......Read the rest...

...It's like some rotten little joke That your kindergarten teacher spoke All of God's things get broke and it's we must fix 'em The bones in your body, snapped in half The tree on your house while ......Read the rest...