Long Abu Poems

You Never Listened
by Michael R. Burch
 
You never listened,
though each night the rain
wove its patterns again
and trembled and glistened...
 
You were not watching,
though each night the stars
shone, brightening the tears
in her eyes palely fetching...
 
You...

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The Story
by Kamal Nasser
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I will tell you a story ...
a story that lived in the dreams of my people,
a story that comes from the world of tents.
It is a story...

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O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood afloat, 
To fast-forward to dusky days of old, 
To turn...

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The Poets Duel


I consider myself the poet
Of historic love affairs
Not the Romeo and Juliette’s we all know
The ones mirrored in lesser history of lore
Like Heloise and Abelard
I was the king of this poetic style

Then came...

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Corina Junghiatu, editor-in-chief of the literary magazine "Vocea Literara", based in Bucharest - Romania wishes to express her gratitude to Dr. Kairat Duissenov Parman, president of the World Nation Writer's Union Kazakhstan, affiliate of the...

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I saw one journey end and another begin
I saw my world changed and in a spin 

I saw another end - the end of the band
I saw John and Yoko hand in hand

I saw commandos...

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Antinatalist Poems

Habeas Corpus
by Michael R. Burch 

I have the results of your DNA analysis.
If you want to have children, this may induce paralysis.
I wish I had good news, but how can I lie?
Any offspring you...

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this world is threaten to be smitten
by the bastard child of Great Britain
witness the ultimate hypocrite 
banning other countries nuclear armorment
while simultaneously developing it

Bush is so queer
kim jong like don't come here
and he knows that...

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Let’s face facts you’re a motherloving no one
couldn’t find a flow if you were looking at the ocean 
I’ll stand and deliver like I’m living in a river
Your thoughts are all flops 
like the tap...

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John. His name is John, that's what his peers call him. 
Johnathan Arifin His mother, calling him 'Arifin' Nathan, a nickname from his girlfriend Don't ask me what the reason is, I swear I don't...

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On stage so deep in heart of sand;
Farthest from world of deep dismay
At night in day thy Housefull show
Since centuries therest on display

O Ramses speak from deeps of sand! 
Wherest thou liveth for thousand years?
Farthest...

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Am I Vexed? No!

Am I vexed to face music? We both are ‘same sex.’
It’s beyond man to fathom the depth of man’s soul
though perhaps a computer (imagined) might spin
all the dreams love might share, why...

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A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Of kindness
He said
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted his kindness
His wisdom
His love of all tribes
Animal and man, felt...

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I wanna tell you a story about a little girl
A beautiful sweet little girl
who enjoys living in her 
own world of recluse 
hopscotching to the beat of 
her own drum
She's a dreamer and boy let...

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OH BE THIS POEM AS SACRED AS HER NAME

Often I am compelled to hover over her shoulder
Each letter formed, each thought defined
For she has poetry on a leash
And walks it, pray I, at least three...

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I miss her, Mother Egypt
and those friends I left behind,
timeless history, marvels and mysteries
etched in stone by her own scribes.

Longing for the waters of the nourishing
River Nile and surrounding seas,
the laughter and smiles of everyone
who...

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Ousted by None but the Night   
Arabic Poem by: Adnan Abu Andalus*
Translated by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_n_silk)
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The dusty street is bare 
Darkness there and the horizon  
As if, the night was sprinkling fear
Nothing there
But...

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What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants,
a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts!
predominantly Catholic with its many facets
its historical resonance and genesis of existence.

While it’s a welcome contrast from other countries,
there’s...

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Yo,
When I was younger, stronger, faster, phatter!
I saw Bayard Rustin, ascending and descending on bell hooks’ reveries,
And I screamed, from artistic insights,
Of plights and rights, citing Mumia Abu the Baptist,
“MOVING” SOULS to awakening, writing like...

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Lord Vishnu once blasé of the same old scene, 
Far too tame with His heavenly ease, 
Felt for a change from ‘oh been there and seen’, 
For one that exhilarates with fragrant breeze. 

Arbudanchal My...

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“Where do you come from?” is a query, that most of us have heard
And the answers that are given range from honest to absurd
“My mother” might be appropriate , if a jerk you want to...

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My Christmas Box by Rob Barratt

We’ll have an X-Men, X-files, X-Box, no socks, X-Factor, Max Factor, Max Bygraves, no war 
graves of a Christmas

I want empathy, an MP3, a hemp-free, hump-free, grump-free,  Humperdink, have-a...

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Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,

yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully...

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The Three Little Pigs


The three little pigs
Had lost their wigs
So now all the animals saw
Was three little bald wiggly pigs

They had pen and paper
Pigs writing poetry
They said oinking and inking was in their nature
We have...

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Oh!  Ali , the son of Abu Talib ,
Today I have read your book  ‘’Peak Of Eloquence ‘
And seen your pain and agony through which 
You had gone from bottom to top in...

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