Best Hazily Poems

I love you only because I love you
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I love you only because I love you;
I am torn between loving and not loving you,
Between apathy and desire.
My heart vacillates between ice and fire.

I love you only because you’re the...

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Echoes through the hallway

Of this dilapidated ruin

A stone house made with devoted hands

Ladened once with the life and love of humans


Soft whispers can be heard

An occasional silhouette hazily drifts by

The humans that once lived here

Continue to reside …....

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The coda of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when daybreak scans
An almost whipping backdrop, hushed
By low warbles from birds’ paean;
Indistinct as dusty sketches—
Throaty on a lane of funeral’s last rites;
Where the hazily drawn view turns bland
Moistening wail of eyes with a muted song,
Tunes stale, while...

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sand
                           flying
                 ...

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Aroma lingers
within the encasing bastion,
aisle upon aisle haunts the ancient catacomb
that is home to the decisive many.

User friendly ecstasy
depending on Fahrenheit fifty two,
this golden age to cherish?
Hypothermia guaranteed, with anything less.

Inward the soul is searched,
waves of thoughts woven by the juggler,
the body a vast kingdom...

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The Golden Stool

 Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
 To rest my bottom,
 Cursed! And of course abominable it is
 The Asantihene possesses it,
 I will rather then be banish from being;
 And become a bottomless bottoms
 A riddle riddled with contour,
 It is uncomfortable...

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Puttin’ on the Ritz

She went to London where the gold-paved streets
glittered not in rainy foggy mornings.
In vain she knocked on doors in search of fame.

Uttered from beyond thick lighted cigars,
idle promises drifted hazily,
like suffocating smoke that filled the air.

Her talents never stood an acting chance,
but...

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The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings...

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Curling crests cassessing coastlines
backwash bumping beach breakers.
screeching Seagulls squark and scream
mocking maritime merrymakers.

Burning boogers brave blisterd backs
scorched surfers seek shoreline shade, 
urbane under umpteen umberellas,
peacocks posed in a parasol parade.

Drifting dunes delight deserted
lovers, languorously lounging, lazily
craving comfort, coveting cool currents.
Hellishly humid, heat hovers hazily.

Spirited siblings,...

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The mobile is ringing.  It gets closer and closer, and louder and louder.  It has finally arrived at her ear canal.

She meticulously rolls on her left side, she hazily reads the screen.  It reads 'Femme Fatale'.

She mumbled "I have no idea who...

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As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with twists and turns so grand
If I remember well, Kachikau did...

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Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX

Day, and Night
by Michael R. Burch

The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters;
her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms.
And we who rise each day to grind a living,
dream each scented night of such perfumes
as drew us to the window, to the moonlight,
when all the earth...

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We are on our porch 
in the morning
in the canvas chairs,
drawing in the sunlight, 
dreaming.
Hazily lazing over the 
wooden floorboards
bleached and weathered
by the sun over time.
And he and I are 
having coffee, talking, 
gawking at nature and 
the people walking up
and down the street.
Our legs...

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Elegy on the Death of Vicente Aleixandre, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Elegia en la muerte de Vicente Aleixandre

(Born in 1923, Carlos Bousono, a renowned prize-winning Spanish poet and eminent theoretician on the aesthetics of poetry, held the Chair of Stylistics at the Central...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve. Eradication of suits in high beam flush. Akin to Old....

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