Green Hills | Malcolm Gould

Notice how the king is entranced By the noises of the jester Though they are crude, he is in love With the netherworld of life Watching as his jester takes him To the dingiest depths of depravity Then scales onto heights of impropriety When the time for bequeathing comes The jester will walk away with…

We are made chains By our lack of wisdom Held back By the visions false We believe Tricked into hating By propaganda Thinking the evils Of this world come from Differences Our diversities are our One rope of strength Bound together Knit as one. The post Prisoner | Edgar Law appeared first on Best Poetry….

              We have asked Ed Ochester (above) to edit our Sunday poetry pages for the next few months. Here is one of Ed’s poems: March of the Penguins        The editor of National Review urged [Young Republicans]        to see the movie because it promoted monogamy.  A widely       …

Refusing to take advantage of your plight, offering a bit of healing for the harm my step has caused I pack a bag of food, big deal, donate some clothing Small goods and actions in a brutally tilting world. The post Advantage | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best…

No room to breathe, Speak, Think, Sing, Love, Live, Sleep. Everyday normality’s Become extinct. More at https://www.facebook.com/groups/fallen_angel_poetry. The post Horror Story | Debra Sasak Ross appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

From the top of those steep sloping green hills they sat relaxed on horseback to marvel in awe at the natural beauty of unspoilt land uncorrupted by the destruction of progress taking away the virginity of the landscape where creatures safely interacted unharmed by callous hands in pursuit of their immoral gain the countryside balance…