Best Sybil Poems

It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a  din of gray  November.
Wandering around  dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild  current; nourishing my psyche
with...

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THE SIBYL

If sometimes I have waited on your word,
Do not forget there is an empire
Out to the east, where freedom is muffled,
Where the autonomous cry, the great discovery

Of a soul to itself, is labelled treason;
Tied to the west, where freedom’s pennant
Is torn and soiled like...

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This frail squint eyed woman
She wears the crown
She goes around town
Her hair matted and coiled
like entrails.

Pass her on
She’s your brother’s hand-me-downs.

This dark-skinned immigrant 
from an old barren distant land
feeds on this town’s useless information. 

She laughs so hard it stings.
She is simple and decisive.

“You will...

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