Best Unwieldy Poems

Genesis: God’s plan unfolding
Father, with the Word, creates;
Spirit on the water hovers
God, how great and wise you are!

          Caterpillar - slow, unwieldy
          Daily tied to earthen bonds
...

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Benumbed Jane!

"he'd never give a plain Jane like you a second's thought"
(but hellishly reign his godly wife)

O Jane!
Be little prettier 
Be more wiser
Crucify your benumbed senses 
Resurrect your eloquent vehement 
Why she choose to be the godly wife?
Why he choose to be the beastful husband?
Let's...

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Finding myself devastated in the middle of the run, 
I built up the courage to start with the new rising sun. 
With thoughts of all the encountered failure coming one by one, 
Making my life look like a piece of pavement unwieldy done, 
I snuggled...

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On life’s rebound mere months ago
caught head to toe in throes of woe
the youngest in my fam’ly crew
with insight to my rescue flew
she wrote me in, the caring mite
as member of a friendship site

From every place under the sun
new friends I gathered by the ton
the...

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If We Don Need Um-Why Feed Um
 
We do not need to feed -
who we do not need
Every since they yelled
thar's gold in dem dar hills
dars oil in dat der groun
there's
diamons in dat der mine
there is salt in dat mine
ders water in dat well
dars feritle...

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Turkish Poetry Translations II

Çanakkale Sehitlerine
"For the Çanakkale Martyrs"
by Mehmet Akif Ersoy
loose English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Was there ever anything like the Bosphorus war??
The earth’s mightiest armies pressing Marmara,
Forcing entry between her mountain passes
To a triangle of land besieged by countless vessels.
Oh, what dishonorable assemblages!
Who...

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“Goooood morning!  I’m Wade, and I’m having a fantastic morning here at Starbucks! What can I get started for you today?” 
I look over at the Starbucks drive-through lane from the Goodwill donation drop-off lane next door where I’m working in my usual hurried...

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standing tall against the winds
bursting open unwieldy clouds
immovable, indestructible, majestic
insurmountable by mortals


something I always wonder
does hatred rise with vapor 
to make you shudder
do the birds ever warn you 
of the spectacle you are to witness 
are rivers the tears you silently shed
at the carnage suddenly...

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A chorus of boxes hums tonelessly on high rafters
where unwieldy boxed and stocked memory realms
squirm under drowsy dust just beyond my sight’s reach.

On my journey, family, romantic loves, places
and friends have deeply dipped me twisted 
then spun in bleary pieced feeling conditions
that time tossed dark-shelved...

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(alternately titled “How art thou dear reader?”)

(Inexplicably triggers domino effect
and doth indirect
lee send favorable
     ripples vibrantly unchecked.)
vagaries of an uncertain
     today or tomorrow
     excites this scribe,
     with a whim

analogous...

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Serious Sibling Subluxation... 
Rapprochement Somewhat Salvaged Dislocation

This trademark ungainly, unsightly,
     and unwieldy title essentially
     huzzah mask ***** aid,
and accentuates tendency
     (mine) to administer
     reverent unpretentious yawping,
   ...

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I woke up to see such a ginormous granny.
I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy.
I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy.
Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy.
I woke up in splushy bumpy.
Not realising the damnable bandy.
I woke up...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With its winding entrance avenue,
And meadows of barley cane;
There the ancient...

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Come sit and I will serenade
A sad, colossal flub,
A tale about a marinade.
(Well, truthfully a rub)

It is a long and sordid tale;
Not sure where to begin.
My sensibilities assailed,
Yet I must jump on in.

The task at hand, a piece of meat
Or two, if truth be told.
No...

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I’ve already packed
Everything you need
For your trip, Little One.
“Yes,” she said,
“But I’ve never been 
To Chicago before,
And I just might need
My old hairbrush
And this book I used to like,
And…” it all went
Into her backpack

I smiled then
And again later
As we walked the long concourse.
Steps faltered
And tears...

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