Long Cobblestoned Poems

How far from nature and life it is
the gray clouds, airplanes in them
the night cooing and pigeons roosting
Sirma's garden gone to roses and seed

                        That airplane overhead!
                        pointing the way
                        pointing to war

War being an aggravated condition of...

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THE RUIN 
an Old English poem about fate & destiny
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it
and the Colossus sagged inward...

broad battlements broken;
the Builders' work battered;

the high ramparts toppled;
tall...

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A wildflower grows on the cobblestoned streets of this dingy town,
Among the dirt and debris left behind by the seasons.
A misplaced beauty working her way up among the cracks between
the rocks of this place she...

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It started with a blank canvas when I was twelve.
I started seeing this vision and I knew it was not a dream
for I always saw the vision when I was awake and about.
It started blank,...

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A littered path of dreams that lay broken.
Humbled desires strewn over this road.
These are the sorrows that need to be spoken.
This is the bearing of love's grievous load.

Eating your sweet lies just like they were...

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Gray mist mingles with tears sired in grief
My cold skin streaked by the hushed warmth of sorrow
Broken morning wooing my pain
Withered leaves once the color of emeralds
Prance over the cobblestoned path
Like tiny dancers tapping toes...

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It is cold tonight, the winds fingers have 
ice on their tips. They run down your cheek
and arrest the colour, leaving them pale, 
pale as the stark moon that sulks the sky.
I walk with the...

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There's a castle in Duluth
Made out of sugar cubes

And the moat that flows out front
Is filled with soda pop

Fruit that grows on trees 
Is the finest in jelly beans

In the nearby spring fed lake
People swim...

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The dam broke in Quebec.
My thoughts,
my words, 
and my pen
all moved.
Moved like the thin layer 
of brackish water
over the icy depths
of le Fleave St. Laurent.
Moved like the evening breeze
over the cobblestoned streets
past the lighted shops’...

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The day of reckoning 

A bird with an enormous wingspan darkened the sky
it was a night of horror in the Middle East.
A new country born in sin and filched land arose
blood ran in ancient, narrow...

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