Long Epitomizing Poems

Michael Joseph Jackson

Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and philanthropist. Dubbed the "King of Pop", he is regarded as one of the most significant cultural...

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One generic baby boomer, (a garden variety sexagenarian)...
offers his interpretation of critical race theory

I, (an articulate, charming, domesticated, 
erudite, friendly, genteel, humorous, intelligent,
kind, learned, male, albeit modest – married) 
with freshly clipped formerly gnarly toenails
discounts...

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Hiroshima – seventy seven years since August 6th, 1945

Given the nuclear weaponry arsenal today
August 6th, 2022, our collective ability
to lay waste major metropolitan areas
would make unleashing atomic warfare
synonymous with the ways and means
to annihilate, decimate,...

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Upon His soul leaving the body it once rested in,
a storm of atramentous clouds formed over the mountain top
that we once stood upon like kings.
Loss caused the quaking thunder
to shake the foundation of my heart,
and...

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S p a r k s
of magic
g l i s t e n
beyond ice and fire,
as you are the balmy flare
that never dims~
amidst the rolling
ferris of fate…
Tonight… I write your name
on Hathor’s crown of the...

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Our unhinged president,
(a veritable loathsome miscreant)
cannot get away with murder,
nor will mine paltry poetic
(side winding) gambit
help clinch deserved punishment
for leader of free world hell bent
on destroying civilization.

Nevertheless cathartic and therapeutic
to craft (ala literary blitzkrieg)
sentiments lambasting...

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i need to stop frowning and epitomizing
and sell this Caddy to the Cardinal
trying to let it miss your attention won't fly
since writing is speech even if somewhat removed
or fit only for bouncy news anchor banter
pancake...

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VIRGIN OF BOIS de BOULOGNE (Monsieur L'Vampyre)
Grace of the son of man, though gone from me
still shines a beacon, far as I can see,
and of the sins for which I pay
all unforgiven, and will stay,
My...

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Hiroshima – seventy six years since August 6th, 1945

Once again, I take momentary pause
to contemplate horrific event
regarding unleashing atomic warfare
activating nuclear brinkmanship,
hence time to trot out a poem
written initially some years ago
courtesy yours truly.

Robert Oppenheimer...

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Two hearts in an awesome communication
but covered by bodies which are worshipers of denial.
She adores him, he cherishes her
but such feelings are molded into the formality of colleagues.
Excitement, no matter how little, is suppressed,
appreciation rendered...

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Hiroshima n Nagasaki – Seventy Five Years Since 1945

Robert Oppenheimer manned 
"The Manhattan Project", 
a top secret World War II mission                   
which constituted "Little Boy" codename 
for a uranium gun-type 
atomic bomb dropped at 0815

exploding 580...

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Circumstantial evidence is weak, reticent statements left outta discovery; witnesses for the defense riskn purgery, cuz if they don't fear God, it's cuz they ain't heard of me! I relish the street's imperfections, being so...

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Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)

Robert Oppenheimer manned 
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename 

for a uranium gun-type atomic 
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres...

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written a long time ago

Aghast
Sans shutting the dresser fast
Lest drawing to cloths to the past.

Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck
That metaphors me whence getting stuck
During adolescence – which lasted decades 
each 'n to barreling driverless...

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unsure if this epistle (possibly 
coming across as all mixed up)
like some mish mashed verse
ye might arrange and rearrange into a song
living social in the country of upstate New York state
epitomizing spartan holistic existence
somewhere over...

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on turning fifty


on turning fifty
today i looked in the rear view mirror
look back into the past
and see a speeding car go by
a decrepit car at that
unwashed, unkempt
with the driver having his nose in the air
the...

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The splendor of blossoming flower lies
in the petals of the unfurling buds,
as the shower of spring’s spectrum of colors
saturates the latticed wings of butterflies.
Their charm surrounds the appealing frame,
inventing the captivating magnetism of woman.
The sensuous...

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Wriggled in her arms.
Lost in an adventure of romance, moving far afield.
Though I have no weakness for writing, 
my story got underway.
Wallowing in the admiralty of her beauty
Adorned with beautiful antique ornament
Adulterated with the laudable...

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Juneteenth… Justifiably they say ignorance is bliss. 
               No, it’s nothing to be proud of.
Ultimately unaware and unfamiliar, living in Canada...

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hieroglyphics would have been more appealing
in epitomizing a backward spin to the ancient scenes
the heart of a glorious dynasty to have existed
a time machine of reviving words will do the trick
and pay tribute to the...

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Engagement with thwarted life in existential primal crisis
searches experiential solution in life’s nebulous narrative.
With purgation of edgy emotions and clasping catharsis
hears the whispers of the inner invite of the divine ecstasy.

Cohesive complex sense of self,...

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STRIVE

You know to be proud of the skin you in to keep the decorum of a winner.
Let them see you smile when frustrated.
Prepare your way.
Empowering a form that distinguishes your person, many have known a...

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My Healing Prayer
Written: by Tom Wright
 The “Miracle Man”
6/30/2018

Jesus, the Good Shepherd, you’ve heeded another’s plea,
While on the far side knowing, they interceded for me.
You touched my body during Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
Placing me in the...

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A GLIMPSE OF HELL

dark smoke and ashes testify 
devastation
orange sun glows through the haze
hauntingly
cruel fierce flames soar scorching
territory

epitomizing
a glimpse
of hell

houses burnt to the ground in
amputation
natures creatures dazed in fires
traumatized 
scalded and blistered die
pointlessly

symbolizing
a glimpse
of hell

the...

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Eidetic flashbacks merge, blending in her memory
Each slide brings back abstruse years of change,
Every step of learning formed a strong identity,
Enveloped ideals or the wrongs she'd rearrange.
Encapsulated in are deep thoughts and feelings
Evolving daily from...

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