Xliv Poems - Poems about Xliv

Reserata Carcerem Xliv

*Reserata Carcerem XLIV*

Yore, chewed churning curse sewn sage -
ñ an urchin did he spit rasp rage;
ñ bounty bicycle had h' ridden.
Alas! Moist murk his tarred tog cl'ven.

Anon, tottered by th' urchin's sire,
'n' apt acumen rehearsed th' transpired.
Only t' know th' sewn sage for his sire -
his callous urchin smeared grandsire?

"Holla, sire.", sunny sire did quethe,
fanning

Categories: xliv, anger,
Form: Sonnet

Love Letter From the Soul Xliv

Special,


she came

she finally came out 
out of the dark, the shadow
cut down from the rope that binds
leaving just The Word behind

we are blind when we don't see

not the surface but the grains
of time, of circumstance
leading and misleading
followers only looking for trust

who shall they trust if not their eyes

their hearts?
their minds?

it's a different time, evolved with

Categories: xliv, love,
Form: Narrative

Love Letter From the Soul Xliv

Hero,


“Love is a hero’s journey, and the hero’s journey is a noble but difficult path.”    — Marianne Williamson


winter wears and wanders in
shaking and frigid
each step taken 
ached, iced and frozen 

there's a crackling under foot
hearts turn to run
into the black forest of empty
where soot has made her home

but I turn towards yours
holding

Categories: xliv, love,
Form: Romanticism

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

If You Pull a Long Brexiting Face: Xliv

IF YOU PULL A LONG BREXITING FACE : XLIV – 44

IF you pull a long-twisted Brexiting face
Pulled three more years by Santa Theresa May
« Eyes » to the Right and « Nose » to the Left gaze
Is the fate of phase after Letwin amendment delay

If you pull a long-pained Brexit-fixit-now face
Deal or No-Deal come yet

Categories: xliv, america, england, political, world,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Unquotable Quotes: Xliv - Tongue-Teasing Epigrams

UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLIV

Don’t translate poems if you want yours read.
A pain in the ass is a pain nevertheless.
A « race" in any other language is still the shape of the nose.
Every cloud hides shining gold that reveals the silver lining.
It’s the darkest cloak which keeps its silver from jingling in its lining.
Every clout makes you

Categories: xliv, humor, irony, satire, word
Form: Epigram

If Ever I Had a Country : Xliv and Xlv

IF ever I had a country : XLIV - XLV

			XLIV

IF ever I had a country even beyond this galaxy
And if ever I were by no stretch of the mind the very first - ever - educated Minister of Education
I'd install television cameras in every class-room and lecture hall so that the entire population
Whether always asleep

Categories: xliv, education, innocence, school, teacher,
Form: Dramatic Monologue