Long Brimful Poems

An Excelente Balade of Charitie (“An Excellent Ballad of Charity”)
by Thomas Chatterton, age 17
modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch

As wroten bie the goode Prieste
Thomas Rowley 1464

In Virgynë the swelt'ring sun grew keen,
Then hot upon the meadows...

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Endless sunflower field 
Rhythmically swaying in the wind
Like lazy ocean wave stretches 
To the distant line of horizon
Touching the edge of the sky
Melting into hot noon brilliance
Boiling all shades of yellow into
One burning brightness of...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023

IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug
who ascribes to writing poetry
as opportunistic, holistic, and cathartic
warming me body electric
courtesy an outsize 
warm brimful...

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Sappho Translations IV by Michael R. Burch

Sappho, fragment 133
translation by Michael R. Burch

Blushing bride, brimful of rose-petaled love,
brightest jewel of the Goddess of Paphos,
come to the bridal bed,
tenderly entice your bridegroom.
May Hesperus lead you starry-eyed
to...

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The feet of twenty cousins were trampling and pounding the floor
As my Aunt Pearl's house trembled and suddenly became smaller.
We were racing with the games of 'who could find who' behind the door
While munchkin toddlers...

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LET ME BE EVE
AN IMAGINATION OF ANOTHER LIFE

Oh let me be Eve,
And make me forever live
In this heavenly place of a crib.
And let me be taken from Adam's rib
On this day when he embraces sleep,
And...

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"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken" Quote by _Constance La France 


The song I usually sing is one of self-love,
What I wish you'll believe, akin a moon above.
My hands...

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Written: July 09, 2023
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If tomorrow was my last, I'd do nothing grand,
No skydives, no travels, no exotic land.
In the midst of life's final show,
I'd find solace in the simple, in the status quo.

If tomorrow was...

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Dinna of Denmark
 you were my darling
Walking in your well worn sandals
Down the dirty Via Dolorosa

Clutching your stuffed Lion Toy
Swinging your bag
 brimful
 with secrets and sweets
Pencil crayons and poems
Fairy  stories  conjured
In your...

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From the dusty street of Homs I write
Head buried in ashes- white
Hopes piled up in monumental rubble
 hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble
A motherless child cries in the still
My home, a deserted paradise
Where birds wail for...

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((((Thirty springs have passed in the wrong love - Poem by Taslima Nasrin
(google translation from Bengali - Bhul Preme Kete Geche Tirish Bosonto)

Thirty springs have passed in the wrong love, yet
How the heart is still...

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So this is my house still standing where others have fallen:
There is still the light of love inside the room, 
Peering through pinholes, our professor, for twenty- four
Years called it peace,love and unity, a philosophy...

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An unusual thing occurred at our house Christmas Eve.
It caused us anger, it was enough to make us grieve.

We waited to the last minute for a live Christmas tree:
A brimful tree of precise size, with...

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He wrangled with his world, found a way to cross the seas
on merchant boats brimful of slaves, bound for British shores.
Innumerable are the things that we shall never know;
amazing, those things to which destiny holds...

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Awake was the night varnished dark 
And bright was the thunder fierce, 
Swept the winds the landscape
And leapt the lightning on the sky
Like wildfires dancing in a forest.

Such was the nature's thrill furious 
That doomed...

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My sleep breaks every morning when I hear
the first chatter of a couple of playful pigeon,
from their nest made outside the window near,
I know it’s time to get up, take the new day on.

I see...

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My sleep breaks every morning when I hear
the first chatter of a couple of grey pigeon,
from their nest made outside the window near,
I know it’s time to get up, take the new day on.

I see...

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A celebration was held by the Angels,
Heavenward late yesterday night.
And hide from the moon spirit labels,
Eyes staring in the twilight as first light.

They needed to escape animosity,
And stay away from bitter anger.
They took a dim...

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Touching your skin glimmering with the subdued glow
of the August moonlight suggests
that every delusive dream seems real;
if dreams don't have the glitter of stars,
one might as well close his dreamy eyes
and be carried into that...

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I  wounded every bit of me to make my final climb
Ignoring the horrendous war between the Nature and Life
I had a few hours left round my clock 
To herald my last piece of offer...

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The year gets older storms streak the skies I am told age is a quality of the mind,
Do I sit indoors and watch the fog, the dirt, the rain and wind splash on my windows,
So...

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The year gets older storms streak the skies I am told age is a quality of the mind,
Do I sit indoors and watch the fog, the dirt, the rain and wind splash on my windows,
So...

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She was half asleep in the auditorium
Finding this new year’s curriculum 
Dreadfully burdensome and cumbersome
So altogether utterly drearisome
   When all of a sudden she heard beating of a drum
    ...

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Written: October 09, 2023
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There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight
No promise that it will ever reach the zenith.
Either the sky is clear or a cyclone is brewing
Unpredictable, akin to the whims of fate.

Life...

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Whenever a Melancholy Moon,
Radiantly brimful, looms low,
And gilds the tops of the trees,
The hills, the flowing streams,
and languorously reclining lakes,
My Muse appears to me
from nowhere like a dream,
Like a flash of inspiration
to a muddled mind.

She...

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