Long Circulated Poems

Medieval Poem V

A Proverb from Winfred's Time
anonymous Old English poem, circa 757-786
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
The procrastinator puts off purpose,
never initiates anything marvelous,
never succeeds, and dies alone.

2.
The late-deed-doer delays glory-striving,
never indulges daring dreams,
never succeeds,...

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Winter Awakens My Care
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1300
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters my thought:
regarding this world's joy,
how everything...

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The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem
Old English Poem (i.e., Anglo-Saxon Poem) from the Exeter Book, ca. 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He who granted me life created this sun
and...

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The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem - Part II
anonymous Old English Poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He who granted me life created this...

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I knew that  I had to go somewhere but I did not know where 
I knew I had to go somewhere that was not  very far from here
So I  put on my...

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The sun is burning the passion out of me
And water is springing up all over me 
It’s dripping, dripping, dripping
It is coming through my pores
And they are asking me for more
Purified and sanctified water, I...

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I had a  compelling feelings today to get up and go outside
I had been writing reports all day and looking desperately for another way
At first  I wanted to go east  but I...

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?? A Living Dead I'm ??


©?Abdul Qudus Olamilekan Yisa.

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Like an appearance of a full moon's fall,

the light of her love illuminated my heart,

in the presence of no light, which was once nightfall.

and like a grumble...

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Know that! growing pains are tough for us even the gains are games 
                     ...

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Patradoot or The Messenger  2/Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late 
father Dr. Amar Nath Kaporr around 1932


English version 

Being a prisoner I can bring my beloved,
In my mind through meditation only,
Due to separation...

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To My Mother 
On Mothers Day



I thought and thought
What gift I can give, to my late mother
On this auspicious Mother’s Day,

A gift for my Mother,
Who passed away from this world, 
Many many years back, on...

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Two brand new manger scenes were donated to our local church,
One went on the minister’s desk the other took the organ as its perch.

The idea was to provide a scene that was both merciful and...

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Diane, a Christian University student, was visiting
some hometown friends while on a summer vacation
from College.
  She was catching up on all the stories her girlfriends
and she wanted to share with each other.
  ...

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People need free societies, but I am not referring to the deadly monstrous global pandemic! They need freedom of expression on line and/or in person.
And they need the freedom of speech coupled by a free...

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Patradoot or The Messenger21 /Many 
  
English version by 
Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


Some where you would see, Arti* being performed, dear letter,

At some...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor



If there wicked hands will ever catch you,

Your body will be mutilated in pieces,

And then, you would never be able to see,

My beloved to convey my message,...

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So powerful  yet so vulnerable
So mighty but so weak
A life of grandeur and dominance
embodied with greed and abundance
is drawing to a close by its own arrogance

I could see everything from all angle
All wrapped up...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 7/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor



On your way,  you would witness and see,

Alluring scenes and sceneries all around the way,

Spreading their charms  to allure your mind,

They would keep fascinating your...

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How much does it cost to say yes  
how many teardrops… do you want to see flow
how many curses …do you want to hear 
how many sunsets do u want to pass in regrets...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 8/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor



Enchanting beauty of nature, 

Would unfold its charms, on your way,

When you would take my hearts message,

For the most lovely child of the creator, my beloved.

Ravindra

Kanpur ...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 3/Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late 
father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor




English version by Ravindra K Kapoor


The moment you will hear,  the voice of my heart,

You will become pious, like...

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Water rains the philosophies of mums each morning plying jeer can with tough 
faces because the taps have been experiencing months of loneliness in it 
gush. 

The waking of sleepless mums gluing their hope to...

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*"A tribute to "Pops" (Joe), (04/23/31-01/20/24) though what pans below mirrored life in the States for me, not Pops, but for two years at The Home before he passed, I'd drank tea cause he's unable...

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My sister would always wait until the time
lose concentration in the dead evening.
She would tell mother it was time for vigil.
Her racial church always has one every Friday. 
Mother won't complain cos she thought her
to...

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On being emotionally bankrupt

Sentient beings distraught
psyche rent asunder
courtesy false accusations
heated words exchanged like gunfire
pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter,
a vicious vindictive 
girlish looking septuagenarian woman
buzzfeeding unfounded conspiracy
that the missus steals packages
ever since we moved...

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