Long Baroness Poems

Renee Vivien Translations


Song
by Renée Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the moon weeps,
illuminating flowers on the graves of the faithful,
my memories creep
back to you, wrapped in flightless wings.

It's getting late; soon we will sleep
(your eyes...

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Or the fate that awaits one at journey’s  end. 
Like all distances I suppose.
My destination if you can call it that  is another world altogether." 
A lady who could structure her sentences with...

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Continued from Part 2

Beyond the suburbs, farmers’ fields (where donkeys often brayed)
inhale gray gusts of barren dust where living seed once laid
and in the haze a scarecrow sways, impaled upon a spade.

Green trees gone dark...

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In March 2001, Melania granted green card
   asper elite EB-1 program
intended for renowned academic researchers,
   multinational business executives
   (linkedin with Uncle SAM)

or those in other fields, such as
 ...

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David Wier OBE started out with a crowd of only five, 
Watching him race in the fast track events very alive,
In the swift wheelchair races, as he is spinally injured, 
From his birth, and could...

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He lived to strive toward the light
He reached to touch her halo of glory
His solace and compass in coldness of night
Flighted companions in moth to flame story
Headed by perfect though blinded ambition
Placed on pedestal compound...

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Pray silence for the presentation of our guests!

Representing Age UK, Sir Gerry Hatrick

The Right Honourable Rhoda Bull, her brother, Eddie Bull and their mother, Lady Biddy Bull

From the French Embassy, Norman Dee

Represent the banking sector,...

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Maria was a postulant not 100% sure
she wanted to become a nun,
almost always bumping into someone
at the convent since she was always on the run,
so she was sent to the Von Trapp family to be
the...

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Kinky boots ... 
kicking naked truth
Stripped bare
down to the nightshade roots

Temptress gaze ... 
collecting laundered money 
off the dirty parquet

Her pay-for-play
get the tilted short cups
ice cubes rattling
See the lecherous throats
swallow the fermented, lewd offering

Let ‘em...

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Baroness of grace with a rose in your hair   
you walked in beauty  like the light of day       
your  delicate perfume was springtime air ...

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Methinks, who wanders after pint size toy
To which Aristocrats bow in humbleness?
Afore the little toy went to dance with the rough,
Off the tee in bounces, unto the way unfair,
Wrong way, or off the fair fairway,
Thought...

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The baby cried, but the wailing was a soothing
Jazz melody in E flat, a sound associated with
that baby for thirty-five years.  A Bebopper,
a jazzer, a revolutionary, a Bird!  He could
make you fly like...

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The Lady-in-Waiting's Tale 

There's nothing matters, girl, beyond The Ring! 
Are you betrothed yet? Me, I'm six months in. 
Hussars are handsome. Want to know the truth? 
A tale of passion, sex, idealistic youth 
and...

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Does a banished beacon beckon?
But of course all beacons beckon
But only briefly if not brightly
Though never as boldly as the baritone
Before balancing bagpipes blowing ballads
But it’s got backbone and backfires
Unlike the babbling bellow of a...

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I slept in waking, walked no milestones
Until I came upon a shore
A nymph shaking bottled bones
She sung of Aphrodite's lore

For hallowed war, for seductive stroke
I piloted a well gunned ride
They revered me for each enemy...

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Married to Nobility 
The word sits so easily on your tongue
like it had no more meaning than a Gallic shrug  
he came from the sea waded ashore you can say 
the only survivor of...

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One day thou wilt not be standing in my way when I shall,
Seize the moment to say how much I love thee; 
Life stretchest hope to the sincere and honest not to a rascal,
Whose only...

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The land was barren of hope and desire 
and she was it's queen tonight...

The glowing beauty she once shared with her kingdom
covered beneath the rubble
The land demanded of her to conceive and revive
but she was...

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Auspicious August was a king of old,
who used aspersion as if it were gold.
Baron Aseptic, he declared: filthy,
and his best virtue, his asperity.

The Baroness called the king audacious,
her husband was very assiduous.
“He austerely cleansed all...

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