Category: Poetry

  • poem 68

    Why do you write poetry? Because it’s easi- er than writing a long essay about my life philosophy. Because it gets in through the backdoor, and lets in some light through there. Because it never lets me alone until I have written down each word the muse whispers in my ear; she tells me that…

  • poem 67

    What’s it like to be white,  To be male, straight, and right— To rule the world like it’s mine Or a mine to mine all the time With the phallus in the hole, Dredging up depths dreadful, So I can have one more jewel In my crown conventional Like some pirate king of the night,…

  • poem 66

    This is the way the world ends, This is the way the world ends, Not with a whimper, but with a bang. For as the first was a bang, So shall the last be a bang: And so shall end the beginning, And so shall begin the ending, And cast all light into darkness, And…

  • poem 65

    He said, “War is never a good thing.” That was my grandfather, who had spoken to me words of the wisdom that comes from experience. He had fought in the second world war, a pawn in the game of cats and mice run by the powers that be, who ruled the roost in his day.…

  • poem 64

    The Apostle Paul wrote The return of Jesus was Soon and very soon– In his lifetime, in fact. The fact that it was not Is not one to overlook, Especially if you believe In biblical inerrancy Or the infallibility of The scared book of God, Written down for all Mankind to read and by Which…

  • poem 63

    There’s not enough time to– So for the sake of brevity, I will STOP.

  • poem 62

    jesus christ superstar is my personal lord and savior of the world and of my life because i believe in him like i believe in my faith that i have had since i was just a young little thing i cannot define my faith but my faith defines me and makes me who i am…

  • poem 61

    they take no time but all the time they take a pile of leaves left without a rake as they rake you over the coals all the while exposing the holes in their illogical interpretations they put forth as reparations for those of us who are concerned about that and this sort of thing a…

  • poem 60

    I am not yet old but I am not still young: A relic of the past but a child of the future. I have died many a times yet still I live– Whether I thrive or wither is forever A twister I cannot begin to untwist, no Matter how much I might beg or wish.…

  • poem 59

    let it flow poetry rule number one is to have no rules or rhythm meter can go to hell as can all else that flows not in the flow of poetry let the poem rise and fall with the cadence of time and times a time that each moment should be a monument of monstrosity…