Best Sanatorium Poems

Nutty grandpa president
is talking crazy uncle Donald again
His little Chucky thumbs
is tapping epithet tweet nonsense
Batty grandpa’s been 
grumpily sucking 
on the hate hot sauce bottle
stashed...

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Nobody observes her leaving her room
wearing just her nightdress and red felt carpet slippers
Shuffling silently she slips out of the front door onto the street
Rivulets...

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Due to some rare, genetic disorder, Cliff was born with physical features that made him different from everyone else.  Although, most people would say...

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Drowning the inner temperament babble, 
Every drop desperately taken to escape,
Attempt to suppress delusions from acts of travel,
The cure, a simply complex psychotherapy mandate.

In an...

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Another Brick in the Wall

I went to St Peters School in Cambridge
The first time I ever heard Pink Floyd
Was at my friends house during lunch...

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The People we don’t want to know. 

From pay check to pay check many working class people have two jobs,
 then it all dries up...

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Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey,
To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; 
At my age between sixteen to seventeen,
In nineteen seventy...

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Sylvan surroundings of a Sanatorium 
With cold wind biting the boulevard...
In pallid rays of winter sun, I recuperated.

"Hey, I am your new nurse"...
A light blue...

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August and Snow 

I have opened the window and inhaled the summer
most of the houses I see are empty the owners have gone
back to their...

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The heart off sanatorium
Broke a little in a winter time
cause it went alone
and this is how that ends
fixed with cement
too late for a plaster cast...

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Sonnets XXV-XXXII

Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions....

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Childhood.
I read, in a newspaper, with following black white &  photo  
of children used as slave labourers many years ago, I was
one of...

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God dwells in the sanctum sanatorium of my heart,
Even at death of mortal body he does not depart;
Ignorance is not the obstacle that blocks him...

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Come, You
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Come, you--the last one I acknowledge; return--
incurable pain searing this physical mesh.
As I burned in the...

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Come, You
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

This was Rilke’s last poem, written ten days before his death. He died open-eyed in the...

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