Munificence Poems - Poems about Munificence

...Convalescence of Richard McGeehan Spouse of my eldest sister marital bond fixed in place strong as mortise and tenon, he hales of hearty Irish stock genes of said septuagenarian analogous to ......Read the rest...

... Though curved like a question mark, she walks without a Zimmer frame. Will she ever veer from the narrow, nonsensical dirt road? She earns, mopping, scrubbing, laundering, and curryi......Read the rest...

...In the undulating landscape of confused existence, I walk my confounded life on the path of illusion, chase the mirage of endless desires. I wander disillusioned in the wasteland, seek......Read the rest...

...A nurse with near exhausted patience Trying to fix back a dislodged needle: An order from her fought clear conscience, When she could task stop to just tweedle; She’d spent all her purposed munif......Read the rest...

...A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I, Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out, Wizened by time, she knows that otherwise I might turn mordacious... God ......Read the rest...

...The year ends with the Christmas time, freezing in the festive December air, as the sun-soaked days fade out at the glacial edge of the lasting night. The celebration panorama draped......Read the rest...

...At a time when a vital organ of mine began to fail, I thought that was the beginning of the end. The miserable mind plunged in the abyss of despair, for modern medicines seemed not to work. A......Read the rest...

...Which Modern Man longs For the folksongs Helped by rusted gongs Or their lines sing to a throng, Very sure that nothing is wrong? Which Modern Man eats with bare hands, Because on them unsee......Read the rest...

...I was waiting still Wandering, dreaming in the frozen tundra, communing with echoes of unformed shadows each season, I swore that this Silviah will surely come someday As angels share dreams......Read the rest...

...Those rarer men I once fondly knew... Many dead now... What remains of them they are so Few. Am I to die when numbered Amongst the......Read the rest...

...The art of friendship one can own in warm silence, sepia tones. Or very loud! with passion and wild music; painted vivid and with broad palet and brush strokes. That is you,......Read the rest...

...Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39 Carbon molecules woken up by thunder Is violence life-wire of existence Can God come into being beyond Nature Violence in warp and woof of......Read the rest...

...I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty. My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table. My fleece radiates guiltless white, bestowed like a lamb, fresh ......Read the rest...

...FEBRUARY First fetish I fail to get over Ending up as a travesty called time Birthed in a frosty bewilderment Reared in a misty munificence Unique in its symbiotic signature Arriving in ti......Read the rest...

...MARVIN BENET BLACKMON, JR. Yesterday, as you remember, was just another day. You played like a boy could with no worries in place. Today you sing the gospel and your soul is fulfilled. ......Read the rest...