Best Bor Poems

Letter to My Wife
by Miklos Radnoti
translated by Michael R. Burch

A poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica, August-September, 1944

Deep down in the darkness hell awaits--silent, mute.
Silence screams in my ears, so I shout,
but no one hears or answers, wherever...

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THE INCUMBENT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

I am sick and tired of hearing the same old line
My elected representative says every things fine
He just does not represent the people I know
He’s been there forever its time for him to go 
Against good advice I’ve decided to handle
A run...

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The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.
Rain drips on the windows
There is that which comes
From far away
With hands in handcuffs
I do not know the day or year of humanity...

Stars shine
Thanks to drops falling from...

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I have a couple of internet Friends in Australia
We like to joke around some, so I wrote them this,
To the tune of "Talk To The Animals"  (Dr. Dolittle)


If I could talk to the Aussies
just imagine it
Babbling to a Bloke, in Blokaneses
Imagine Bantering with Bludgers
Chatting...

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- a terrible homage to e.e. cummings

she being gently 
-used; and you
know a bit loose i was
careless with her and (having
never changed her oil tested 
her gas felt of her car bor aytor 
and knew her springs were k.
o'd) i went right to it flooded
the...

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Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence
while here men, beasts, wagons and imagination all steadily increase;
the road whinnies and bucks, neighing;...

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Oft'times I see my friends all 'round
Lke leaves of Autumn, floating down
And softly drifting, side-to-side
A passive dance, on zephryn tide

Then when the ground is covered o'er
A million leaves! A billion! More!
Each leaf contributes its full size
Then, on a stormy gust, they rise

'Til once again back...

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De bor' ah is her Congo name,
To mispronounce it such a shame,
For few would read and say it right,
I asked: a sweet smile brought to light!
My travels though suggested in,
But butterflies? To trap's a sin! 

'Swahili' countries (1) borders share
With what was Congo, now Zaire,
With...

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I want to live in a world where  newspapers and all media are filled with true people, true stories of kindness and happiness rather than hypocrisy.
Where the earth soil is not a stage where the scripts of man, based on egos are played out...

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alth(ough) you
fore(go) the
quid (pro) (quo) &
free th(row) a bouteille de
bor(deaux),
it is most certainly jonathan (doe)
with whom you be(stow) the
(crow) that swoops o’er the
(plateau) in the same
area (code) as your gothique
cha(teau) & still you wouldn’t
(know) how to (show) someone filled up
à ras bord avec (woe)---
rather than...

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The sign on the barn door 
Says 'Not a Good Neigh-bor'
   
   I speak, of course,
   of a dam ~ hoarse   



______________________
a 'dam' is a female parent 
horse, (of course)...

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in the year 2070 there lived a man from another fantasy
his name was Judge Dread & what was going on inside his head
he lived in the village of Shaun in Sweden with his family
he always supported unity and the willingness to achieve
the only judge in...

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Wallet ?
Check 

Phone ?
Check

Key's ?
Check

Knife ?
Check

Death Wish ????????
CHECK

See you Later ?

Maybe you will ?
Maybe you won't ?

Whole life ahead 
Barely a teenager 
Yet leaving home dressed to Kill 

Far to young to understand
Just exactly how this scenario will play out or end

You either end up...

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curlicues perhaps
the Catholic nun
wouldn’t let me engage
in penmanship shape
“shape up, sit straight!!”
yet the ancients
would whirligig
with their featherings
fill up the page
with their zorro-like signature
tap-tap-tap
the teacher’s brought me back
to life, to engage
in this ((yawn)) bor…ing
admonish the swording
don’t let me squander her time
keep in step with the four...

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