Best Communicated Poems
When Martians landed from outer space
They requested to meet a world leader
So Donald arrived with a smirk on his face
But soon turned green with an alien fever
The Martians decided to probe his brain
to see if they could cure his malaise
Their readings showed that he was insane
so they zapped him with powerful rays
Donald started to twitter deliriously
but the Martians understood every word
They didn’t believe he’s taken seriously
as his tweeting was totally absurd
The Martians communicated with telepathy
Using thoughts no one could understand
An interpreter was called immediately
and declared that as leader he’s banned
A torrent of tears fell from poor Donald’s eyes
His orange skin turned an odd shade of grey
The Martians usurped Donald and to his surprise
Their first earth words were ‘have a nice day’
The Martians decreed immediate world peace
And that we must all live in perfect harmony
We must love one another, all wars have to cease
No current world leader even dared to disagree
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He sits in his rocking chair with a grin on his face
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Sunshine Smile one of my best friends on soup,
We started communicating within our group,
From the second month onwards,
And so we continued forwards.
On the 24th May I got
Her last email.
We communicated every day
In May.
Her last poem posted,
The 21st May,
"Children of the Earth",
She was sick
Very sick, had been into Hospital
For an operation.
And had to go in a second time
In an ambulance which took her to
Bergen in Norway.
She was terribly afraid, I have tried
To raise her so often on soup,
Phoned the Hospital and wrote them
A letter, not a sound, not a word,
Now nearly a month later,
Still no news, I know she has a
Daughter, but do not know her
Name or address, what are we to do,
I am so distressed, did not
Want to send out ripples of alarm,
But where to from here, does anyone
Have a contact in Norway who
Perhaps could go to the hospital
Or phone or speak Norwegian to them,
As they were not so forthcoming,
But to someone that speaks Norwegian
They might just respond.
Has anyone been in contact with her
in in the last four weeks or so?
We must do something,
PLEASE HELP. We must find
Anne-Lise Anderson!
She was made of the Earth on which she walked,
built by the Love that, from her, poured,
brought to life by the light she shone,
imbued with the innocence that, in all, she saw.
She sang her heart to every sunbeam,
danced her joy for all the Ocean,
painted life upon the Cosmos,
wore the wisdom of each mountain.
She communicated with the trees,
felt the warmth from distant stars,
cradled the souls of the beings she'd meet,
did all that she could to inspire good hearts.
She tended the fires of every sunset,
wandered in cloudscapes all over the planet,
her shadow rejoiced in the full moonlight,
her spirit brushed lifetimes it couldn't forget.
She swam in the night
and flowed with the seasons,
played among air currents,
and bathed in the heavens..
But she saw that not all was right in the world,
and her gentle heart hurt to perceive so much wrong.
She ached with the suffering people inflicted,
and never quite felt she could truly belong..
She crumbled under the waste of greed,
mourned the impediment of impatience,
was torn apart by lies and hatred,
and shattered by all the needless violence..
She bled the oil pulled from the ground,
grieved over prejudice and separation,
wept the blood of billions enslaved,
and cried for mercy, in desperation.
Every war was a cardiac arrest.
Every tree cut down, asphyxiation.
Every polluted river, sepsis.
Every species wiped out was an amputation.
She lost the innocence she no longer saw,
and dimmed was the light she struggled to shine.
She stemmed the Love that barely poured
and sank back to the Earth on which she'd walked.
Fragile are crisp clean lines that edge an invisible thread
Carelessly crushed beneath the unknown forceful dead
Efforts of gripping the reality through truthful grief pained wash
Casual condolences lessened love communicated instant message loss
Reversal to rewind wheels spinning overtime must stop
Cursed hearted minds bottomless drift into a despaired rot
Treads that slip tears away from the wearing of a long road
Finding courage to carry on strength caring for our body our home
Gathered senses speaking sparingly to form any reason after death
Momentous is the rationality that wildly spreads a laid to rest
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And then
all of a sudden she
was there
I had met her before
once
or twice
we communicated
and went
our ways
this time she was here
closer than ever
i could
almost feel her
if not
for the glass
wall between us
I know
she wants to
come to the other side
she has the courage
will she
have the strength
come
I thought
I yelled
then
slowly she
faded away
I keep staring
at the glass
waiting
for her
to return
and breakthrough...
A fellow in a foreign land, seeking shelter from a storm
Met a young, lovely girl who protected him from harm.
She took him in and gave him food and also kept him dry.
He realized then of her true thoughts when he looked into her eyes.
Though language, verbal, was not exchanged, nor even understood,
Together, they communicated, just the best they could.
With gestures here and a few nods there, their story had begun
Of the love they shared when they first met, when they were very young.
That cold, wet night, so many years ago, was when they met their fates.
The two of them, unknowing then, were predestined to be mates.
More than that, their kindred souls, their young hearts and minds
Had found each other on that night, with love not far behind.
From that day on, into the future, together they would always be.
For if you look for love in others, it is them that you shall see.
Together they created their future, though speaking different tongues,
Because, they pushed on past the obstacles, when they were very young.
Pause a brief moment, stop and think,
now go back in time, back to a time
before cars came along,
back to when you just had radio.
An age when one knew their neighbour
and travel was only as necessary.
The village bobby always knew where to look
and crime was just off the petty kind.
A time without the telly (quite amusing)
when families truly communicated.
No films or programmes putting ideas into heads
increasing the crime rate of much more terrible crimes.
Newspapers telling us what they think we want to hear
intruding into people's private space then,
showing their own distorted view of who we are.
Bringing to our attention all that is happening.
Now we come to the Crux, the heart of things
without these advances, some so miraculous
would we be better off without them?
I leave you, my reader to decide.
Round about nineteen 1971-2, yours truly bid adieu
to Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
(situated at crossroads – then beau
colic rural routes of Evansburg Road and Ridge Pike), where nary a clue
prevails today of such pristine farm country due
to undergo radical urbanization during my boyhood edu
cay ting this sensitive kid asper flora and fauna drastically became few,
but primary aim of poem intent to focus
on grievous sobbing from lifelike goo goo
doll (cries and whispers ken still be heard within beef jerky
ladder day grown man body electric) hoo
vividly recollects scathing stabbing, torquing twerking,
survey monkey wrenching “IDO
NOT WANT TO BE ALIVE” reaction from manifold factors,
which exponentially increased goy tar attacks
targeting thine mideastern suffer tick Jew
such baiting (though nary a hint
how mean neighborhood kids gleaned this information),
since not one kewpie doll,
nor telltale Star of David dead giveaway, no one knew
such sacred symbols never adorned, deployed gripped ourselves,
(Unitarians encompassed family of origin), which credo Matthew
best describes as a hodgepodge, pastiche, ragbag, et cetera of pew
pills amassed from a gamut of disparate Parochial spew
wing litany trouncing as heresy
any diametrically opposed sanctified religious treatises
secular regents questioned plants seeds of white lily
germinating, sprouting and teasing out through
logical, oratorical, rational invocations such a heretical view
which synoptic backstory of mine, now allows,
enables and provides an opportunity for you
to read what I intended to be main essence
of this notion communicated
from one to another primate within the human zoo.
What are these ancient creatures?
Which once dominated the earth
Left a mark which we will never forget
They came and saw during the Triassic era
And they continued their reign all through the Jurassic era
Before we starting spending pounds or dollars or Lira
230 million years ago
They dealt with the mammals of their time
With just one blow
And devoured other reptiles as well
Nice and slow
They ruled the seas and oceans almost completely
And they hunted for preys on land quite discreetly
Pterodactyls controlled the skies before the coming of jets and drones
And they communicated with their peers without the need of cellular phones
They lived through the ages for more than a hundred million years
And were the masters of lions and even big brown bears
Before the coming of *****sapiens
They roamed the sands
And conquered other animals in many distant lands
With its blade like teeth and an enormous jaw
Tyrannosaurus Rex was the largest carnivore they ever saw
But my favourite was the herbivore, Triceratops
He could repel an attack by the T- Rex until it stops
And had two horns on its fore head like the sign Taurus
With huge talons on its feet that looks like gladius
And the dumbest was the plant eating Brachiosaurus
With its long neck which made it look simply ludicrous
The dinosaurs prospered and flourished
And they were all over the place
They were man’s predecessors
And ushered in the human race
By design the dinosaur was no bird or reptile
But it may have comprise of the two
Because its spine stood erectile
Always looking for something to bite or chew
One day an asteroid came crashing down
And wiped them out
All the dinosaurs who used to live in our town
The proof of their reign
Lies deep in the soil
While their fossils remains
Their flesh became crude oil
On a quite Saturday morning, I decided not to take the usual stroll,
instead I took my nephew Claudio to the neighborhood's playground;
so proudly, he carried his brand new basketball;
delightfully crisp was the spring air...
there were pleasant sounds from everywhere...
I did not see a kid who was alone or sad.
Georgi, the boy from Russia,
was very tiny, but had a gorgeous face
a witty smile and seeing Claudio
and a black kid play basketball,
he asked his dad, a military guy
so confident and tall,
if he could join them...
he agreed and that kid sprang,
taking the spot that was mine.
To my surprise, Georgi didn't speak a word of English,
but spoke Russian; he must have arrived
in the Unites States recently, and he communicated
with gestures very well...
making words unnecessary.
I noticed, children don't have to speak the same language
to understand one another
and express love through their innocence, isn't it amazing?
Written on May 28/ 2013
Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder
doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst
rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing
materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast
broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded
beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck
shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise
crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred
crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized
condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup
chic chica chick
cigerette chewing
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business
before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race
no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!
UNFINISHED SENTENCE
At Sunday prep my
boarding school teacher
criticising my unfinished sentence .
No communicated thoughts, no words .
Sentenced to life at fourteen ,
away from home and you my life
sentenced in solitary .
A death sentence commuted to life ,
both imprisoned in separate cells ,
separated from you by streams of tears .
At Christmas a chestpain took my father
without closure or goodbye ,
a rude undeserved end .
My heart’s-loss ,
not even found for days ,
you are not really dead,
across the Styx wandering lost
along tearless roads in darkness .
Alone and lost my
mother , family , left bereft .
The warm breath of dairy cows
hangs over empty farmland and a winter
cemetery on this cold Sunday morning ,
with grandsons who resemble you .
Only I know their hands are
your big hands - are
my hands - placing here a token
poinsettia , red-toned , roots swirling
inside their pot of earth .
You grew them in masses and
my childhood Christmas was complete .
Their leaves drop with the cold,
dead but not really dead .
They will return next Christmas
and your spirit comes back again .
Your big hand is in mine, but I am
unled and abandoned and
I talk to you in poinsettia tones ,
continually coming back to
your unfinished finished life ,
frozen like the stream
of memory in my mind .
It is not the case that Jesus ever physically rose from the dead,
Only that he was spoken of as alive afterwards by his followers,
Because his offer of medical treatment to the poor stood, the fed,
As it was obvious that it was moral to validate such behaviours.
John had seen a beggar with a bloody leg and attended quickly,
But he was spat on by rich by-passers who would loose status;
They would have to sacrifice the prestige of their visit specifically,
That doctor’s visit just for them as part of life in the wealthy stratus.
Because he had been Jesus’s best friend he looked up and replied,
“Jesus is risen,” and that communicated his stalwartness and resilience,
That Jesus’ principle was not going to go away as just one man’s tide,
But that his friends and the apostles were set on continuing his brilliance.
And Andrew who’d been a fisherman before he’d befriended Jesus,
Knew all the kids of most of the other fishermen, and some were sick,
And because Jesus had taught him medical practises as there was a fuss,
Andrew made their children better in one and posited Jesus would stick.
But their neighbours chided him and scoffed, obviating them as poor,
Not entitled to a doctor’s time, and not entitled to free health care,
So Andrew emphasised that these people were his friends, the lure,
And that he was no scare but that he would himself by ignorance scare.
The intelligensia of the time, or the prophets, had predicted Jesus resurrection,
Not his actual one, but just as a euphemism for Jesus’ power after his death;
When people said “I believe in Jesus!” or claimed that he was risen in dedication:
They asserted it by their acts and so could claim the resurrection in a breath.
A dog can bite me.
A cat can scratch me.
A grizzly bear could maul me critically
and maybe even kill me possibly,
but I would never ever take it personally.
I love all animals unconditionally,
and if any animal were to be put down tragically
due to any injury that they may have inflicted upon me,
it would truly upset me absolutely
because I'd be the one at fault, the true guilty party.
I communicated my intentions to them wrong obviously
and they reacted not with malice but instinctively only.
We tend to forget that they are a complete separate specie
and cannot think or reason like you and me.
They simply don't have that capability.
Coexistence through understanding them is the key
and falls not upon them, but is our responsibility only.
Excerpts from "Cordoba"
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Withered Roses
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
What shall I call you,
but the nightingale's desire?
The morning breeze was your nativity,
an afternoon garden, your sepulchre.
My tears welled up like dew,
till in my abandoned heart your rune grew:
this memento of love,
this spray of withered roses.
Ehad-e-Tifli (“The Age of Infancy”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The earth and the heavens remained unknown to me,
My mother's bosom was my only world.
Her embraces communicated life's joys
While I babbled meaningless sounds.
During my infancy if someone alarmed me
The clank of the door chain consoled me.
At night I observed the moon,
Following its flight through distant clouds.
By day I pondered earth’s terrain
Only to be surprised by convenient explanations.
My eyes ingested light, my lips sought speech,
I was curiosity incarnate.
Excerpt from Rumuz-e bikhudi (“The Mysteries of Selflessness”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Like a candle fending off the night,
I consumed myself, melting into tears.
I spent myself, to create more light,
More beauty and joy for my peers.
Longing
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Lord, I’ve grown tired of human assemblies!
I long to avoid conflict! My heart craves peace!
I desperately desire the silence of a small mountainside hut!
Life Advice
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This passive nature will not allow you to survive;
If you want to live, raise a storm!
Destiny
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Isn't it futile to complain about God's will,
When you are indeed your own destiny?
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