Best Bede Poems

"Exegesis"



At 7 he was 
thrown to the wolves

Bede marked his territory
hidden secrets 
kept in the abbey

he escaped
went to war
where the unwanted trod

First regiment,
Vietnam
he took with him
like a comfort blanket
his Nicene creed and God

and on returning 
from Hell 
which never 
really left him 
any peace, 
the...

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"STRONG"



A child finds strength 
in the holding of his hand
The Beatitudes in his mind 
repetition 8 times cast
whispers the loneliness
in a Man -

Who held his hand?

Like Bede, venerable,
he's counting beads dropping 
like blood drops, 
steel hard, cracking marble floors
like lightening rods 
it’s understood daily -

Before...

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"The Dreams of Bedes" 

Jewels they found 
dripping like diamonds
from the overflowing viaducts 

scattered on the ground
at the feet of disbelief
barely seen 

shod lost and disobedient
counting the cost for 
unwanted inconvenience

those bridges burn now like
scarlet rubies blood read
the swords dipping

like dancers tango 
tripping machiavellian 
tomes...

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Ech day me cometh tydinges thre
"Each Day Three Tidings Come to Me"
(anonymous Middle English poem, circa the 13th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Each day I’m plagued by three doles,
These gargantuan weights on my soul:
First, that I must exit this fen.
Second, that I cannot...

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"Parable"



When the other
side of night
came to collect its token

I was starlight
unsinkable invisible 
some uncaptured mystery
 
that would never again
be broken mortal
like an egg shell

under the bickering feet 
of men, listening to 
their own voices

their pathetic arguments
lost in the loud egos
of the better-thans

and the small gods...

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Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream,
when winter scowls,
when nights compound dark frosts with snow ...
Where does the butterfly go?

Where does the rose hide its bloom
when...

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Caedmon's Hymn
by Michael R. Burch

At the monastery of Whitby,
on a day when the sun sank through the sea,
and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free,

while the wind and time blew all around,
I paced those dusk-enamored grounds
and thought I heard the steps resound

of Carroll, Stoker and good...

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Various Heresies 5

Tonight, Let's Remember
by Michael R. Burch

July 7,2007 (7-7-7)

Tonight, let's remember the fond ways
our fingers engendered new methods to praise
the gray at my temples, your thinning hair.
Tonight, let's remember, and let us draw near...

Tonight, let's remember, as mortals do,
how cutely we chortled when work...

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Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.

Because you came to me in my black torment
and kissed me fiercely,...

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Caedmon’s Face
by Michael R. Burch

At the monastery of Whitby,
on a day when the sun sank through the sea,
and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free,

while the wind and Time blew all around,
I paced that dusk-enamored ground
and thought I heard the steps resound

of Carroll, Stoker and good...

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Jou wens 

Die vraag is ‘n stuk van my moed.
So asof ons dit albei weet.
‘n Druk van een, gee sonne-gloed
Ag, kon ‘n mens dit maar net meet?

Tog besef, my eensaamheid
die soektog na die wedren-uil
van jaloesie en afgunstigheid
wat binne in jou glimlag skuil.

Jou bede heel nogsteeds...

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Hetty,loved by simple Adam Bede
Yet her heart felt another need
Her head was turned by the fickle squire
With many a' consequence so dire,
Her actions set the village life afire.

George Eliot's novel of 19th century social realism-Adam Bede...

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Here is a delightful book of Cat Poetry, written from Cat's point of view.  For the people who love cats, and the cats who own them. Love, Joe and Ila. 

https://app.thebookpatch.com/BookStore/im-a-cat/ba1ea2f9-0188-4bf2-bede-d9bde3b8d5a2
 
"I'm A Cat" by Joe DiMino

I’m a cat...
And that’s where it’s At!

If you're...

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Poems about Poets IV



The Princess and the Pauper
by Michael R. Burch

for June Kraeft

Here was a woman bright, intent on life,
who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye
and drew him, powerless, into her spell
of wanting her himself, so much the lie
that she was meant...

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A baba baby beep beep bede beep
goofey bop
a bee I
in the fee I
a hooooo the wind blows
chomp chomp 
                   wiggle wiggle
a boo be dee boo bop bop
more...

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