Archaic Poems

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Dagung

Another word for
Daybreak, everyday's best
Time to be happy

Look back on the old
Recalling the best moments
Of each newborn day

Ancient tongues dawning
Should be resurrected new
Anew modern words




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Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism. Otherwise
the firmly muscled abdomen could not beguile us,
nor the centering loins

Archaic Torso of Apollo: Rilke Translation

Archaic Torso of Apollo
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism. Otherwise
the firmly muscled abdomen could not beguile us,
nor the centering loins make us smile
at the

Trying To Smear a Poor Defenseless Deer With An Archaic Spear

There once was a ghost who loved the post 
He enjoyed the thrill of the periodicals fill 
Turning each page of the paper 
Geared to those who picked up an honest wage as waiters. 
There were all these incredible tales 
Using sources that were impossible to fail. 
Flipping through the headlines 
He looked for a

Archaic Words

Was the task difficult?
I do not know.
Would you say easy?
No.

What about reasonably difficult?
Maybe.
I sense hesitation. Can you put it in your own words?
Head shake ‘no’.

Why not?
Long sigh. What does task mean?
Task. Chore. Mission.
Three archaic words.

Last Memory

Life is but a recording and has been placed in your memory
We are all actors who have a part to play on a wide TV screen
We have action, drama and even comedy
Life is but a movie that is played by you and me

We all dress up and play a part just like on TV
We film

Archaic Affair

Passion rose quickly in the spa
Expectations now were sky high
But suddenly he said, "Oh, no Ma,"
"I'm startin' to cramp in my thigh"

Quite deftly she rubbed it on out
There weren't many places she missed
And just like that back on track
Passion returned as they kissed

Fondling and groping then ensued
The dog stared at them beside the spa
She didn't

Thou Hast a Heart O Silver

Heart o Silver, doth thou dither?
About the stars, or planets blither?
O grateful gods, become so weary,
Heart o silver, hast left thee teary.
Glaciated by wind and storm,
Nevermore, thy heart be warm.

Archaic Eulogies and Their Synergies

Live on Facebook
I post rubbish
To caress the spook
Who dares to finish

The sleep I lose
In the wee hours of nights
Disturbed by the booze
I swill in my fights

Against strictures
Society calls taboos
In lampoon literatures
That scorn the tattoos

Adorning my arms
My torso, my neck
Without the qualms
Society spots in a speck

Akin to a storm in the teacup
Society perceives in the freedom
I

Archaic Celebration

But we don’t need to celebrate Easter anymore, 
Because we have our health service full throttle, 
Anyone can come, any walk of life, many more, 
There’s no conditions or qualifications to bottle. 

So we don’t need Easter, we don’t need this time, 
We don’t need the resurrection to throw us off, 
Because it’s out of

Just That Archaic Poet

On a peaceful isle of your hammock
Bring me notes from an old guitar
That I may share euphoric thoughts
Embracing a geek in silence.

Past Tolkien's edge, a rite I bless
While on sweet trail, God's pentagram
lights optical dreams to refine,
This after-life’s soft artistry.
	 
Pour down on me, my brother Chan,
and fire my breath with your warm torch;
for an

In Memory of Chan Hurst-The Archaic Poet

Brother,you were a human torch

in a melanchonic orbit

of undefined wars

Now you are a pentagram star

mystical and magical

Pouring light and love

from a happier place

from behind heaven doors

Not so distant though worlds afar.

Through each verse and every stanza

 you are.

Like Tolkien,your middle earth

was always the unknown,

 Your soul has found its home.

A sculptor of word

A weaved tapestry

Archaic, These Tides That Flow

Wickedly wanton desires ? Burning deeply.. 
This love's lavender lit, lanterns; buried aneath 
Her sea be joyful, crimson pleasures ? Bathing aside 
Their shores soaked as sands; her beauty melting within....
Shameless hands his clock, timeless ? Sighs, then she screams.

My Archaic Visage of Sorrow

I cry in longing
For a world I never knew
Woe all ye my lament and dispose of this find
For  the countenance of my tumult is indeed a gorgon to behold,
Woe ye i mourn the death of youth

I who has felt her descent
as wistful longings and mine puny regrets in this wretched world,
filling my heart to

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