Long Relic Poems

This whip is a relic of war
an instrument of severe education, 
come now Avia, look how lovely and vulgar,
it is essential for you to appreciate it's intention,
feel it's supple weight, the simple fright,
I use jasmine...

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As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in shambles, gaze upon the...

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Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag
at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came across an unpublished poem
by one obscure poet (me),...

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Injustice is just an inconvenience until it is proven...
When the sun hit their helmets it startled the very souls of the natives
a signal upon their eyes that spoke like a siren of ill prophecy to...

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).

nevertheless he suffers existential blight
covered head to toe
in black and blue bruises
linkedin...

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The walls are imprisoned in silence,
A heavy, powerless silence, shattered
By voices, tears, and crowded souls.
Justice hides in the corridors of greed,
Crimes are sentences uttered in the halls,
The innocent are moving targets,
An age-old burden on the...

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About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/Doorstop imprint. He’s...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup.

Missus Shaner...

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Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish qua 
putrid offal getup. 

Missus Shaner (talon clawed, 
shriveled relic...

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These wars teach us nothing, not even how to conquer our fears.
We are still cave people.
Democratic cave people, perhaps, but that brings little comfort.
Our struggle is to emerge from the cave.
If we made the slightest...

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It was like a whisper- 
My wife delivered the sad news- 
"Your grandfather was dead."- 
And so he was- 
Her eyes was awfully sad- 
Touched me gently on my back- 
He was old- 
The time...

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Love Manifesto

Remembering to breathe 
Into to our heart 
Is the best way to give and receive.
We need to start
Practice and believe 
That we can live and work together,
Instead of staying suspicious and apart.
We cannot allow...

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Suddenly frisson cold with fright...

I describe, suddenly feeling scared
and tried to summon sense and sensibility 
after scrambling to stand upright
with all my might.

Otherwise titled 
recalling taking a fall
about five years ago
ala Humpty Dumpty impersonation
(and nearly...

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I knelt amidst the mountain's rise
        beneath the weeping opal skies
            there to measure Io's swoon
 ...

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     We are two souls that the crossroads 
rigged to meet.
There is nothing artificial about your intelligence, 
your significance, your female caring brilliance.
:"Smiles*

Like water and earth, "beauty and the beast."
 :"giggles*,...

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Talk is Cheap - Battle Rap

Yo, Ima outcheek you… gimme that mic,
I’m lethal, a viper ready to strike;
and it ain’t gonna be pretty – not ladylike.
Just gotta tell you straight up like it is…
Dude, you...

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Oh, For The Simpler Times
Y2K is coming
Written: by  Tom Wright
2000 

I eagerly watch,
as darkness gives way to dawn;
as preening birds
begin to stir.
I sip hot coffee, 
stretch and yawn,
and lament that things
aren't as they were.

The...

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"Awakening to the Red Road: An Ecopoetic Odyssey"
I. Anthropocentric Dissonance
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Do you hear that rumbling? 
That's the ancient woodlands wailing and crying out! 
I can hear their echoes mourning as 
we silence those whispering...

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Learn to heed the warning
of queer and ominous tale
the weird of Solomon Crowley 
his madness and long bewail

Once deemed as prominent prince 
sullen noble becomes fallen wanderer
deepest rages drive burning thirst
the burden of daily desire

so...

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When I was young I heard my dad,
Repeat a phrase that I thought mad,
We’d asked for sweets and with much scorn, 
He said ‘You kids don’t know you’re born’; 
Before I explore what that means,...

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{"HOPE splurges angst my rib cage as I thrust aside the bed sheets and allow them to bundle up on their own. There was a longing extravagance in my spirit. 
The voices were painfully appalling...

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Callum is an old-fashioned man on the verge of becoming history’s memory

Ancient even in that he holds only one job but that is for privation of another 

Sort of a whiz kid at what he...

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If soldiers could cry (2024 Updated)

I really want to know:
How does feel to be a soldier
And go to war?
How can you shoot 
Someone in the face 
And not ask WTF for?
Just for the greed,
Of old...

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Cracked beer bottles and detached baby rattles in slightly untidy, black plastic wrappers.
No garbage can nor box or bag is exempt from the burrower’s thorough ransack.
Rancid rubbish, rich with unwanted tidbits, 
And the bounty -...

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A floating grand duchess of her time,
Moored and held captive, by chains of elegance.
The great lady, holds her head up high, with prides honor,
Befitting such as her station allows, behold she is the 
Queen Mary,...

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