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Haiku Translations II
Illuminated by the harvest moon
smoke is caught creeping
across the water...
Hattori Ransetsu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Fanning its tail flamboyantly
with every excuse of a breeze,
the peacock!
Masaoki Shiki, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Waves row through the mists
of the endless sea.
Masaoki Shiki, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I hurl a firefly into the darkness
and sense the enormity of night.
—Kyoshi Takahama, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
As girls gather rice sprouts
reflections of the rain ripple
on the backs of their hats.
—Kyoshi Takahama, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Unaware it protects
the hilltop paddies,
the scarecrow seems useless to itself.
—Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Ebb-tide:
everything we stoop to collect
slips through our fingers ...
—Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Fading memories
of summer holidays:
the closet’s last floral skirt...
—Michael R. Burch
Scandalous tides,
removing bikinis!
—Michael R. Burch
Haughty moon,
when did I ever trouble you,
insomnia’s co-conspirator!
—Michael R. Burch
Ascendance Transcendence
by Michael R. Burch
Breaching the summit
I reach
the horizon’s last rays.
Moore or Less
by Michael R. Burch
for Richard Moore
Less is more —
in a dress, I suppose,
and in intimate clothes
like crotchless hose.
But now Moore is less
due to death’s subtraction
and I must confess:
I hate such redaction!
no foothold
by michael r. burch
there is no hope;
therefore i became invulnerable to love.
now even god cannot move me:
nothing to push or shove,
no foothold.
so let me live out my remaining days in clarity,
mine being the only nativity,
my death the final crucifixion
and apocalypse,
as far as the i can see ...
The Red State Reaction
by Michael R. Burch
Where the hell are they hidin’
Sleepy Joe Biden?
And how the hell can the bleep
Do so much, in his SLEEP?
Red State Reject
by Michael R. Burch
I once was a pessimist
but now I’m more optimistic
ever since I discovered my fears
were unsupported by any statistic.
Keywords/Tags: haiku, nature, moon, water, sea, night, rain, dark, memories, tides, insomnia
your new split second decision
your new cult of fashion and intuition
back to the middle
Say what you
I run away
your new dream to wonder
around again what’s there if it isn’t love?
the stories that it creates
plant the seed to be healthy
I set you free
Don’t ever set me free
Turn me loose
I love you
I will be with you
the tangents that you go on
did you discover his fate or was it all fake
My salivation
was it propoganda
it not as simple as it seems
the psychosomatic drowns in you
was my grandfather a conspirator or a joker
will I ever know the truth or was everybody given everything that they need
Near and far and everything
brainwashed by a political bully
who had no answers
be my world as you drown
I wanna fly
what are you fighting for
whose keeping score?
Does anyone understand?
When someone shouts out loud
Ask him what it turns into
I lost my
Salvation
I set you free
Say you love me
And you’ll never stop
I wanna fly
Forgot my
Tokyo
Lost my
Record selection
tear out whatever pages randomly if you wish
strategically if you desire
\but what you do what you will
I love you
Closer together
what you realize you will come crawling back when this book leaves your hands
to test you and the future generations of this intellectual dance of angels and
demons and mans
I will be with you
plan to tease ease and escape them
one day I will write this book
I’ll set you free
Dance with yourself
and every possible reality will be a riddle and every direction ill guide you through
and
another jeckyl and hide faked fur inside fashion mag
every prophecy possible will be in there so you decide your own fates and
puzzles
you want your family to rehearse
and know one day someone will control them all
couldn’t get attention
\love operation
didn’t want to be ignored
You got me goin
and they tell me their diggin’ the Heroin
she’s the one they like best
Come top the place where they finally found you
Nothing to lose
so the books will start exchanging hands
And the change might do you good
O Council of marble halls and hollow oaths, the world is asking: whom do you save? Are you not but a lion, toothless and tamed, pretending to defend the pride, while the hyenas feast in your shadow?
We have seen your silence dressed in law: in Baghdad’s burning, in Tripoli’s ruins, in the shattered homes of Gaza. Your chambers echoed with speeches, but your gavel struck only air. The powerful spoke, and you bowed, their crimes baptized with your silence.
If peace was truly your crown, would children lie unburied beneath collapsed stone? Would nations bleed while you debated the price of their agony? Nay—your throne is not of justice, but of compromise with evil. You are not a council, but a marketplace where the rich purchase the right to destroy.
Tell me, O guardians of nothing, is sovereignty now for sale? Is humanity a currency, traded in the corridors of New York? Your veto is not a shield— it is a dagger, plunged into the hearts of the weak.
O nations of the Global South, how long will you kneel before ghosts? How long will you believe that justice will be delivered from the same hand that shackles you? Withdraw, break the chains of illusion. Build a covenant not of domination, but of dignity— a true assembly of mankind, born not from the ashes of empire, but from the fire of justice.
For the world does not need a toothless lion roaring for show. The world needs a sword of light, a covenant of equals, where no child’s blood is deemed cheap, and no nation’s grief is buried beneath vetoes.
The Security Council has spoken in silence, and its silence condemns it. Its stage is set, its mask unveiled— not a guardian, but a conspirator.
And so the question remains, echoing through broken streets and ruined skies: Whom do you save?
But hear this prophecy— your empire of glass shall shatter, your halls shall echo with dust, and a new covenant shall rise from your ruin. For the lion without teeth shall be devoured by the very prey it failed to defend.
History will not forgive you. And tomorrow, the world will move on without you.
the chinese shall be over run by russian and american shall try to aid them but to no avail, because the Hebrews shall refuse to fight for american, and the chineses shall lose the war till they are forgiven by the hebrews. the Hebrews shall overrun the american government who have held them in the trash for centuries, and the other races shall leave american till the war is over. the Hebrews shall live in 26 state and the other will have 28 state as long as they don't try to capture the Hebrews again who will destroy them. both these years are in the years and month of mar. looking into the seeing pot, I saw an great angel lift up to embrace the cruel mistreated and forgotten children of YHWH their Elohim and Yeshua their savor, and hell open her mouth for the souls of the fair one's, for the sound of their woe was greater than their weeping, cause on earth they did not care. the last thing I saw in the seeing pot, was a great fire on earth that burn up 2/3 of the earth, but africa was not touch cause africa cries out for it taken children that lives in american, but africa was in error for these are not her children. but nevertheless africa and the mideast shall be call the two great nations. some might see leo and virgo married and their son a fugitive, yet the son shall rise to power for a quickly unhappy and painful death, the royal flame shall meet the blood filthy death and his name dishonored and the new black king shall be called the greatest one. under a noble blood a new gift to men shall be given to discover a conspirator. in order to warn they of the arab laws, the death of the arabs king nero 2. weeping for your great seat rome and laying down your demon ways, for he who is called the holy father shall find out that he not. the blood shall show rome this so to stop saying his holiness. did you see it, did you not. nevertheless we shall call them out. antichrist might fall from heaven his armies as great as a city a great robber. and I stop writing to place my pen down.
The devil worshippers' son, Albert Simmons,
the Image comic made him antihero Spawn,
became in the CIA a high-ranking officer,
and turned into a competent and cruel killer.
The ace conspirator Strinson succeeded
to burn him to death as he wanted,
and sent him to hell to perish permanently,
where the devil made him a Hellspawn instantly.
With the brutally burnt body in pain,
he eventually returned to earth alive again,
in the form of Violator, a demonic sentry,
with no knowledge of his previous identity.
He wandered in a state of disorientation weary
with the remnants of the aborted memory,
till the time he located Wanda, his lost wife,
who deserted him for a better life.
He was told his powers might get depleted,
and to hell he would return totally divested.
So, in order to perpetuate the strength he got,
for his daring life a new mission he sought.
He performed many antihero escapade actions,
demolished the demon’s domination.
As the society was suffering in the menacing times,
he vowed to fight the criminals of organized crimes.
In the long run, his abode was destroyed to rubble,
he survived, and as he recovered from the trouble,
heard God tell him, Wanda was trapped in hell.
He fought with the Satan and saved her, all was well.
He redeemed his love for her who saw heaven’s glory.
To keep alive her sweet memory,
Spawn persisted to protect the people by his might
from supernatural threats that he thought not right.
_______________
April 27, 2023
Contest : Spawn Variants
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
A boy and his dog, a dog and his boy,
The dog, the boy’s faithful/constant companion,
and secret co-conspirator in mischief,
keeper of the boy’s secrets, desires, dreams, fears, etc..
Naturally Puppy/Boy, first wanted food for
his emaciated, cloudy-eyed best friend.
My heart shattered for the both of them.
Even as the boy needed food, It wasn't for himsef that heasked.
But . . .as intensely as I wanted, to feed them both, with,
Love, and hugs and kisses, and encouragement,
I said to the little one, I’m very sorry to say,
That this food today, Is much too spicy.
In less than an instant, a frozen, blank stare,
Came over Puppy/Boy’s face.
That stare said to me,
As loud as thunder on a hot August day,
And as clearly as the bright sun after the rain,
You are not the first, to come here,
To help, but . . .instead, fall, short,
You’re not.
Then without another mumbling word,
He turned and left,
With only the sound of his worn flip-flops,
Ringing, echoing in my ears.
I heard those flip-flops, Pop! Pop! Pop!
As out the door Puppy/Boy went, until,
I heard those flip-flops, No more.
NOW,
Here I am, in my space, far away, comfortable,
healthy, after countless days, and months, and years.
YET,
The sight of that gaunt, little boy,
With the blank stare, haunts me, day and night.
When I’m awake, the sight invades my thoughts,
Like someone strolling by.
At night, my subconscious presents that face to me.
But more than that, Is my constant companion,
Of the sound of Puppy/Boy’s flip-flop’s, Pop! Pop! Pop!
Ringing in my ears, every hour, of every day,
NEVER ENDING.
Screaming headlines erupted...
BREAKING news...massacre
barrage of gunfire
wrought countless deaths
newly minted unknown
mass murderer suddenly infamous
speculation immediately
trumpeted hate crime
targeted, premeditated, calculated
mass murderous sprees,
gunmen gloated gleefully
resultant mayhem throve
countless dead tally increased
security details, police,
and emergency crews
barked orders while
yellow crime tape cordoned
mortally wounded
and seriously injured
rushed into onsight
triage units as sirens blared
killer(s) coup shattered
tenuous complacency
prior cautious optimism
hesitantly blinked awoke
initial six months
two thousand nineteen
witnessed eerie calm
before tabloid magazines
ripped pages incomplete bios
unleashed blitzkrieg bullets
rent asunder sanguine flickr
joyus kindled linkedin
outlook presaging quaint
good n plenti peace on Earth
good will to men/women
annihilated as bullets besieged
random innocent victims
giddily, indiscriminately, wantonly...
slain in cold blood
immediate conspirator theorists
gin up rumor mill
defend homicidal maniac
simultaneously don MAGA hats
invectives incurring anti racist
bigoted, capital one
demagogue googly eyed president
unsurprisingly witnesses
popularity uptick
"loose canon" Grinchy grin
hooligan prince smiles
Machiavellian ghost lauds
apprentice regarding 2020 candidacy
able, ready, and willing
promise furnishing arms to the teeth
for every man, woman, and child
as campaign slogan.
There is a spectacle that divines
A specialness, reflective best. The
Blessed. Yet I am surprised that
This shrine time is of disingenuous
Kind. And I alone surmise for I can
Only survive if I mind my mind's
Eye. And yeah the path there is
Long but the souls on this side is
Strong. They abide. They oblige.
With one who many have said will
Come. Some have been told he
Controls. Now here I stand in
Disguise. But this too of course
In all my lives I have had never the
Ever nothing to wonder or worry of.
If I can contrive a solution of
Diverse constitution then and
Execution when then salient
Retribution? At this point I think
I know the solidifying satisfying
Solution. Spread the LOVE ACROSS
The WHOLE WORLD! The lover of
Others. A global worth of benign
Cancer. If that's at all possible then
It is probably positively prominent.
No no know no doubt! Shout it out!
I will volunteer to be a distributor.
A LOVER a decisive romancer
Major Maverick Monstrous conspirator!
Romancing the races of this world
Aah, the talented dancer! Strict
Straight strong and stellar.
Love love love NOTHING! eccept
Love expect love reflect love.
Love love love love from the lover.
The lover of others? Why not?
Oblige. Comply.
My world changed so fast
that it caught me off guard.
I never thought I would see,
the hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
And then, the internet came along
and shrunk the world to fit in your phone;
opening doors that were once closed.
But, at the same time
supplied every kook, grifter, charlatan, and conspirator
festering on the fringes of society, a bully pulpit;
to cater to a select audience of like-minded trolls.
Corruption, fear-mongering, peddling lies
and alternative truths,
are entrenched in our government,
entertainment, and news.
World War Three, which was once unthinkable,
is gaining favorability with the masses;
fueled by cultist propaganda and doomsday bravado
that spreads like a virus on social media platforms.
We are polluting the land, poisoning the oceans,
and brainwashing the minds of our youth;
without any regard for the truth.
I remember a time when people didn't lock their doors:
neighbors greeted one another with smiles and waves.
But today, I fear that we've been caught in the worldwide web
of a technological spider's electronic threads,
and sooner or later, we will be eaten.
Whisper to me little one
as the waves break on the shore
and brings the mysteries of the deep
with her haunting memories fore
Whisper to me little one
as the wind changes her pace
Her howling scream then silent still
keeps tortured cries encased
Whisper to me little one
of all lost grains of sand
ever seeking their way home
but scattered by human hands
Whisper to me little one
as the sun intensifies her heat
yet cannot melt with all her warmth
the coldness of defeat
Whisper to me little one
and do not feel aghast
Be not conspirator with this world
nor keeper of the past
Whisper to me little one
and share with me your fears
the secrets of your sufferings
the hidden controlled tears
Whisper to me little one
for unlike the wind and sea
I'll offer arms of comfort
and the words to set you free
Whisper to me little one
for each grain of sand is mine
thought lost none can destroy you
who was held by the Divine
Now hold on to me little one
as buried nightmares rise
and with distinctive form and shape
is revealed before your eyes
But as you look my little one
forget not that I say
"You're stronger, well learnt, and my love,
will ever guide the righteous way"...