Best Sunt Poems

Aspirations Born From Deep, Weeping Tears

In his land of anguished, slow dying moans
red-blood tides and dark demonic tones
dawns of heartbreak, desperation in graves
faint sad echoes that cry, please this life save!

In nightmarish dreams, ghosts of ghastly scenes
hideous horrid beauty, death that screams
vaults of agony, beneath...

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Words are the quintessential mystical fabric and common medium of all poetry.
Words often portray what the poet sees, senses, feels, imagines, and even dreams.
The very magic of poetry comes to life from a deliberate woven process
Of words enveloped into thoughts, metaphors, beliefs, situations, and emotions.

There...

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Deor's Lament

(Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem circa the 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland endured the agony of exile:
an indomitable smith wracked by grief.
He suffered countless sorrows;
indeed, such sorrows were his bosom companions
in that frozen island dungeon
where Nithad fettered him:
so many strong-but-supple sinew-bands
binding the better...

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I was buried fifteen years ago.
During that ferocious Harmattan-
And the call of Beelzebub's ban.

How I baked beneath the Earth!
And went for days, famished and unfed.

Now I start to understand
That there are more souls at the devil's bail
Than at Heaven's command-

When I stared at Lucifer in...

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O cortina asurzitoare cade
anun?ând prin cei patru ca foametea
a încetat,
iar totul e infinit.

Caut o lumina, dar culori amare
ma orbesc.
Bezna ma-nconjoara, ne cuprinde pe toti;
ochii nu-mi mai folosesc.
Mereu sunt doua.

Caut un sunet, o ?oapta calda
sau un strigat.
Rugaciunile curg printre strigatele înal?atoare; 
ma asurzesc.
Din nou doua. Unde...

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Father I pray that you will touch my heart as I piece this entry, let my ink flow onto this paper
Caress my heart as it cracks, amend my broken spirit that hungers for your word Father
Set your eyes on mine that I may keep them...

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tu vedes mihi se voles et in loci que voles, ego sum diversus-
scribo versum, 
entro spaci Mnemosiae,-
rosae
sunt in verbi, dolori et desideri,
et verae
sunt gratitudinae
da cordi a medici Hospitali Sanctae Mariae,-
sapenti viae
Misericordiae et Vitae,
inclino genoculi a heroi veri,non da miti,
Gratiae multi mundi
et multae stellae,
pulcher est laboris...

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manifest pentru pace
(antipoezie)
  
 traim sub tunuri ?i avioane 
 cu armele încarcate cu propriile noastre pacate traim
 pe timp de pace sau razboi 
  
 (who cares?... nobody gives a ****!) 
  
 mai nou traim din nou atomic 
 pâna...

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I Have Labored Sore
anonymous medieval lyric (circa the fifteenth century)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I have labored sore / and suffered death, 
so now I rest / and catch my breath.
But I shall come / and call right soon
heaven and earth / and hell to...

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The first forgotten
(non erit finis)
was the I,
(non est)
and  who would not,
(in phasmatis reverentia)

for my
(Et credo)
expanded world
(universitas)
climbed in
(saecula saeculorum)
and even God
(pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria)
was dwarfed
(et *****factus est)
by nothingness.
(pro totus universitas)

Come, see the light
(et vitam venturi)
of knowing,
(saeculi amen)
for there is no other ...

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From Cabin Boy To Grateful Recollections By Old Sailor

Kindness, heart and deep joy, as I remember you
I child, a mere boy, innocent without a clue.
Your attention and love, a blessing warm and true
In Heaven far above, I know you got your due!

I wept day you...

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destule despre basmelor care apar?in mort în cazul în care acestea sunt în car?i Childrens . aceasta este via?a reala mine ?i tine . esti gata pentru acest test ? numai cei care se dovedesc a fi demni vor trece ?i numai dispus sa urmeze...

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Martial Translations

Coq au vin (Cook or wine)
by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you merely an éclair to the greedy?

2.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you tart Amaro to the greedy?

Amaro is an after-dinner liqueur...

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Then father broke her thinking with rebuff.

"Shhh! You're talking to yourself. Everybody's
looking. They can hear. You're not saying Mass.
Be more respectful!"

And she complied, not wanting twice recuff.
‘Twas so, all gave her disapproval view.
Now she heard priest, not wanting make remuff.
Words came from missal people so...

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