Long Compulsory Poems

Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence
while here men, beasts, wagons...

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What remains 
when gratitude for learning
totally evaporates?

I don't know...
Totalitarian senility, maybe?
I guess I don't understand
the source of your question, dear.
Do you feel less grateful for learning
than in more formative years?

No, I don't
but I sense younger...

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Wherein lies the great dividing moral distinction
between hate crimes of socioeconomic historic proportion
and multicultural perpetuation,
and the more mundane population of defiance crimes
of a more personal nature?

Why is society's right to aggressively imprison unto nutritional neglect,
to...

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It is not mandatory
However, I feel that it is my duty
To respond to Carl Brouard
‘Knowing how to drink is not an art
Drinking is not a duty’
But a necessity which is obligatory
As it is crucial even...

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needs no introduction
nor permission  
to be anything.  
He does not request  
to spread his arms wide  
and reach the heavens.  
His words are unmoored.  
They flow and change, ...

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Against a willowy wailing backdrop of inner chaos,
an indignant incendiary mask stifles the simmering cauldrons,
of a stoic stage clown post lachrymose performance wearily stunning yet stung,
or the surreptitious posture of the laugh it off as...

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Still happened again?
Or I'm the one who can't explain?
I've tried baby, can't you see?
Is it true you liked to unite like a bee?
Or you will only love me when you a free?
Don't waste time love...

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‘Twas but a mist-enshrouded speckle
dark-painted on looming horizon.
Petty worker holds unwavering watch,
silently, stealthily keeps his eyes on.

Forward motion undeniable,
each passing minute size increasing.
Small heart stands alert and viable – 
beating fast and tremulous; though, never...

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"Caves to be discovered,                               ...

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Letter to My Wife
by Miklos Radnoti
translated by Michael R. Burch

A poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica, August-September, 1944

Deep down in the darkness hell awaits--silent, mute.
Silence screams in my...

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"JOY, HOPE AND KINDNESS"
                           LIFE IS WONDERFUL

LIFE IS A...

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The aesthetic of the autocratic effigy of directing the positivity of proclivity in the nature,  the stir of it , that grit in your teeth this life gives , that digestive hindsight. Almost lost...

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Mother
                     —Statue of Ebony Black—

A woman who cried for freedom,
not for herself but on behalf...

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‘ Legendary … ' ( Part  2 (of) 4 ) 


And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …

… of Starry Skies,...

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REGENERATION GAME

Poverty stigmatises
Poverty overwhelms
Poverty condemns

To rid an area of its poor
Is the new regeneration game 
That governments catering to middle class greed employ
Thus keeping the third estate in check 

Sterility of environment 
White washing of...

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You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory...

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Morning light shimmers
Floating dust welcome;
Excited salutation


World awakes
Noisy traffic;
Rush of work day


Knock on the door
Peephole lookout;
Real estate agent


Morning cuppa
Fortified supplements;
Health insurance


Bamboo trees
Walkway sentinels;
Windy voices hum


Old plumeria tree
Speaks in vivid colours;
Reds, yellows, whites bloom


Lift alarm screaming
Fire drill...

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Hi there new born baby, welcome to your life,
Off to work tomorrow, mother’s got no choice,
Your at the teats, sister’s slung around her back,
Ten hours in the field, gathering god knows what,
She’s pregnant again, another...

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It was almost at the middle of my teen-age days,
When mind, like a horse without bridle, found rough ways;
Inner laissez-faire, like snake in dilapidated crack, set in,
Legs, the way they found, aimlessly, anywhere broke-in;
Parents and...

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I saw her  a milky complexion and a voluptuous frame , she had a name but no surname noone gave her a surname . 

I found her similar less incommon a saree she had draped...

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If we have to make a new India we will have to do reforms in our education system and all these reforms have to start primary to higher education. We will take up reforms from...

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Actually Autism is

Non-verbal, partially verbal, or completely verbal
touch can be painful, or compulsory
feeling trapped and scared, needing to escape
scared and lonely, gotta go hide and reshape
easily excited and gotta show it
sharing with everyone we see...

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An old wives tale of modern day

Say's do not eat before you swim

So why are cookies compulsory in order
to surf the web ?

A plethora of unwarranted advertising
from funeral cover to bedroom toys

And what i never...

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On retirement all The Due proceed,
Because cars don’t their speed exceed;
In their pet jobs hope to succeed,
Sometimes sensible warnings don’t heed.
A solution to the riddles of idleness,
And checking of their feelings of awkwardness:
Relieved cops a...

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you think I'm simple minded because I'm nice
when all I said was never fear knowledge
after assassinating my inner constable
to no on stage ill effect whatsoever
jury selection being finally recognized 
as a ghost in the compulsory...

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