Best Archaic Poems

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...

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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...

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Heartbreak and spice, 
everything nice,
Jet pepper and cracked 
cinnamon.
Variety and life, diamonds and 
curls,
Feminine mystique such a sin.
Sorrow and snails, mysterious 
things,
We all know boys will be boys.
With leather and musk, a little 
bit rough,
Trashing out bodies, their toys. 
Jack and Jill went up a hill,
To...

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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...

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old bookshelves dwindle
        one page holds all ~ big swindle 
                 new hardback kindle


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Bookshop Poetry Contest
10/3/2021
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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...

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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...

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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....

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On scribbled parchment, sanguine letters writ in blood
Of hidden tales, broken pages smeared with mud
An unknown soldier, his blood he lie
With glint of sword, his death is nigh
A scar on the body, an ache in the heart
Blades in the dark, cut his chest apart
In his...

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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...

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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...

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In more archaic times, 
Full of fiction and philosophers,
The people would have 
Believed
Poseidon opened his angry mouth and sucked in the tide
To reveal
The naked, secret, bottom of the ocean
Giving a horrible vision of his 
Vindictive Wrath
Just before he released his destruction upon the wicked and...

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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....

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Sonnets X-XVI


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...

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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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haiku chain...

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