Poems About: EPIC

'May I take your hand and hold it in mine? '
'As long as you never let go.'

The words shattered his spine. read more »

Beneath Zeus-dappled sky, a product of the gods,
we melt into Greek ambiguity.
Slowly, spinning, with our backs to the world and
love-potioned Aphrodite caught in our eyes, read more »

The shredding sound of the thunder
cuts through a suppled-bone bit,
of a fighter's howling swing
a holied sword pierces read more »

He spread the fields of his life
To be furrowed
By the plows of time. read more »

What know we of the dead, who say these things,
Or of the life in death below the mould--
What of the mystic laws that rule the old
Grey realms beyond our poor imaginings read more »

Sleep’s statistical clutters quicken
desiderata of schedules wanting—
hegemony from standings trumpeting
triumph and trophy consummating… read more »

Listen to me spit in 16/
or switch right quick/
start writing poetry/
im lit/ read more »

Listen to me spit in 16/
or switch right quick/
start writting poetry/
im lit/ read more »

Oh, the chasten carival of the brook
clamours it's way down
down, down, the caliph mountain trail
as avid Plain, longs to behold read more »

I was fermenting in a vat of stout
Slurping down epic gulps of the finest aged hops I have
had the pleasure of drinking in twenty seven dog years. read more »

See, You complain that the words
won't come, but last night
you wrote me out like an epic.
Your touch called me back to my body, read more »

Am I Unique or Special or What?
That all my Poems that I down do jot,
Are never amended, revoked or changed.
Or the lines moved or words re-arranged. read more »