Long Beowulf Poems

"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological...

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My father died prematurely while away on 
a business trip from a rogue blood clot to the heart  
I never doubted he loved me, would have liked me, 
(not the same thing), adult to...

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Beowulf Excerpts
anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 8th-10th century AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

LO, praise the prowess of the Spear-Danes
whose clan-thanes ruled in days bygone,
possessed of dauntless courage and valor.

All have heard the honors the...

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Akin to daffodils got to puff the magic dragon GoDaddy seed achieve
visibly absent pride and prejudice where aggrieve
ment unseen, as careening human bits believe
where forebears of Adam and the ants sandy dunes cleave
species pollination, yet...

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Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to
full stomachs...

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EULOGY TO MRS (Ph.D) ALIHAJA, AMINAT OLABOOPO                            ...

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There is a man and there are worms,
We are the worms my brethren,
Beautiful and perverse, wicked and evil, depraved and unjust,
Good and righteous and wonderful, we are the worms.
There is a man my brethren, Paul...

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Welcome, Summer
by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather
and driven away her long nights’ frosts.
Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft,
the songbirds...

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Inside my mailbox late last month; nine packs of seeds - a mystery!
I hadn't ordered anything, but curious was I to see
what might become of planting them. So grabbing trowel, hoe, and rake,
I set about...

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An Epic Woman  

Woman tell me your thoughts
Shall I be the fool and you the teacher?
Am I your Adonis, or do you see a toad.
Chivalry demands that I am your knight without reward,
For my...

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Western education,
Taught us everything.....
Everything, that is......

It taught us about
Early man, slavery and slave trade 
It taught us to,
Turn to the right cheek
When smacked on the left cheek


It taught us that
The white man discovered Africa,
The earth...

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With these twelve words...

art has no restrains 
there is nothing that can chain it down
no fabric that can not be broken from.

*FoRm?
>that de...pe...nd...s.<
WHAT duz iT reSEMble
fOrM doth [come {inallshapes)
AND sizes!

"pun,ctu?a:ti-o;n!?
proper,?
maybe"!
,maybe. not'

another language?
je ne sais pas,
throw  it in...

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I was out of control, spinning 
on the whirligig of youth, 
giddy to be caught 
in what Kerouac called 
"the whole mad swirl
of everything to come."
I didn't know what to expect. 
I was ready for...

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In my eyes I’ve lived 2 lives within 1 life/
Strutting by live strife and grief like you wouldn’t believe/
It’s how you perceive what’s kept to conceive /
Just relieve your relief and turn over that leaf...

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Q: What would Roy Rogers have been called if he had been a singing farmer?
A: King of the Plowboys.

Q: In the Beowulf saga, who was a male child of the hag Grendel?
A: A real sonofawitch.

Q:...

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Santa Monica Pier

I remember watching 
the ocean roll on the shore,
wave after wave, 
crashing down on the solid sand
and I idly staring back
wondering if the Atlantic was as blue.

I watched him light a candle
and move...

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Villanelle : It's all been said said better and bolder before

It's all been said said better and bolder before
Worse now most repeat over and over again
No shibboleths now to test smooth words more hollow

Those who...

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Oh,Denmark 
There is a dragon still alive a live 
With all the gold
I hope that Beowulf will finally have his day 
Heorot will help the king 
With a sling of his sword 
No wounds will...

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Anonymously I remain faceless in a soundproof booth when dictators reign
Unforgivable leader guiltless non-truths, I’ll hide from the suffering in vain
God willing I’ll move unseen unknown like the Beowulf poet wounded within   ...

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I should have tattoos
I should have a woman
instead I carry a purse full of empty.

Thats right-return me back to the womb
away from Bad tv
           ...

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Dipping into Beowulf with Grendel,
  and Chaucer's Canterbury Tales;
  Wading into Paradise with Milton,
  then submerging with the Bard:
  Sinking deep into Lear and Othello 
  Hamlet and Macbeth, trying...

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