Best Poems Written by Calvin Mcmanus

Tis Better To Be Abused Than To Know'T a Little

For years and months I was a preecher.
And your paleness was nothing but a helpless virtue to my speech in whole.

And with regular meetings of sliding glanses and peers up awake,
Had the superior overthrow of once an inheritance,
to make a last stand against you.

A grand inheritance to any man.
Strangeness seems to defy their 
Wordplay of love on them.
it plagues the whole 
While it's better to be abused than to know a little.

I lay there 
Sleeping on a listless hope
That binds all of a day into one 
Image.

For years and months I fell a flowing blackthorn.
Suckled on my leaking intents.
It grew along my home and it's windows.
Only your acknowledgement has enough power To open me.

And it's at this shroud,
the peek of my oblivion where a thought was dedicated 
To an image I saw today again.

Copyright © Calvin Mcmanus | Year Posted 2015