Best Gulps Poems

Beauty and the Beast

In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint  
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to...

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They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day 
or two before starting to spoil. 
I...

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you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
  ...

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A swallow swoops for flitting flies
While Johnny rubs exhausted eyes
(As morning clasps the rising sun)
Confirming Captain’s day’s begun:
Slow streams emerge from melting snows -
The Merchant...

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Just beneath the throat is a hot porridge
the body knocks down but still operate
heat all over, jump into the nearest fridge
sight shivers in its domain...

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Her face was the oasis i needed to see
the sands of time draining
when i went to drink
She was gone
mirages of love filled me till i...

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shhhh...please don't tell Jan I tattled on her.

Did you hear 'bout Jan's custard a-la-plum
While making it she drank far too much rum
while on her wobbly...

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Lovely books here and there, hug them all
Throw away the digital monster that gulps your brain
and burns you under its harmful rays.
Lovely books here and...

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They scoop me up, I smell so good.  Others come, and stand in line. People shifting, impatiently.
They pay money, as cash registers sing happily....

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Remember watching the clouds breathe,
In endless sees of make-believe,
Erasing the summer blue, azure in fleeting
Moments, silencing the music of birdsong,
Softly chortling in rhythms, 
Hearts warmed...

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My mother worked hard in bed. She would dig herself out of men’s pockets like a miner. 
Every man was a mine shaft; she always...

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Sometimes an
Obsolete 
Old bulb inside him 
Flickers on 
And dimly lights 
His woozy thoughts 
And thirst to write
A song. 

Recall he's human, 
That's to say,...

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The rock has  iris rainbow  overtones
with pins and needles on our wandering feet
and irradiates flowers and trees that absorb
radio clear  and light-dark...

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English translations of Arabic poems by Fadwa Tuqan aka "The Poet of Palestine"

Enough for Me
by Fadwa Tuqan 
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Enough for me...

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify...

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