Long Cut through Poems

Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds



Flying
by Michael R. Burch

I shall rise
and try the bloody wings of thought
ten thousand times
before I fly...

and then I'll sleep
and waste ten thousand nights
before I dream;

but when at last...
I soar the...

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My love is light (a fairy kiss?)          
               Like the pressure of...

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Chinese Poets: English Translations

These are modern English translations of poems by some of the greatest Chinese poets of all time, including Du Fu, Huang O, Li Bai, Li Ching-jau, Li Qingzhao, Po Chu-I, Tzu Yeh,...

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I woke up this morning with courage over my back and wisdom in my hat
I was determined to put an end to the sneaky kangaroo rats
No one had done me anything but I was reeling...

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At that moment an explosion of mud filled the air
    as their tension was now largely increased.
They tried to gather their wits but all took to stare
    as for...

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Young Timmy saw Jim walking down the street.  Timmy considered a quick retreat, but steadied himself with a shrug.  Timmy dreaded the sight of Jim, a teenage bully and wanna be thug, who...

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Santa Claus, we’ve been out of touch 
and I don’t ask for very much 
but I have needs, and I’m in Dutch

I want to see the light of day
oh, and can you give me a...

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This became their routine for the next four days, until on the fourth night they were looking for a clearing in which to ground the deer, when the marker became so bright in front of...

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thermometer reads zero, a chilly breeze blows
  apple cores thrown, the blackbirds feed
  my multi-layered partner dons her wooly hat
  impatiently, she waits for me
  securing covid masks amidst my overcoat
...

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Warning: Mature themes, though at the time.             

             Recollections of a...

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1	A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky;
		The hellish slug of gas does creep along.
		It casts an orb three hundred stories high
		Over the Sun and ends his morning song.
		The birds and trees now stand a...

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“Just when he thought he’d had all he could take,
April arrived like a careless mistake.” 

From DRIVING DIXIE DOWN by Anonymous Brown
Smithstonian Folkways Recordings catalogue # 317-704-1106

When something is broken, it’s no longer of any...

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“The Evolution of a Broken Heart”



In thy hands, 
I gently placed it

lacking hesitation’s pleas and virtues
‘twas ne’er a time to be uncourageous
plucked somewhere from deep within
my honorable, clean gilded home where
pure intention sat regally spartan
upon...

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I would not speak these evil dilemmas,
devilish details,
dissonant fissures
disrupting smooth told sails
toward western red sunset horizons.
 
Who remains to listen
to remaining problems of evil?
to why and wherefore
of constitutions measured and cut through slavery
metered and sliced...

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It was a cool winter night. While
Things were heating up inside.
Damian relaxed in the comfort area
While he witnessed, CJ and Julius 
Have the dance floor. Damian scouted
Around. There was a young female
Trying for his attention....

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In the heart of the forest, where the ancient trees stand tall
Lies a world untouched by time, where nature’s whispers call
Tribal people live in harmony, with the land and sky so wide
Their spirits intertwined with...

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Japanese??

Here ... in Pearl Harbor?!? This must be a nightmare ...
It can't be real - I can't have seen that, yet here I am,
In my bunk cabin on the ship, with only a foot of...

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I WILL NOT GO ASTRAY


I had fired off curses, you’d forever been strong.
Like a crapshoot endeavor of a serious wrong.
I know i’ll reap my sowing, so change of practice is best.
So I read biblical scripture,...

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the throb of a torment so deep, so despondent, it almost feels like the end of every hope, every grace, all the wonder of love and faith… this, dear soul, is the darkness of grief,...

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Meet me at the cross road and nurture my soul
Meet me at the cross road and make me whole
I woke up this morning in a somber mood
grasping the reality  of the rude awakening
that held...

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Now that the task has been done 
and victory has been won
I am waiting for you to ask me to come
Now that the task has been won 
And the battle has just began
I am waiting...

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Judge Daniele Saggio

This year of our salvation, sixteen twelve.
Now.  Gentileschi? Don Orazio?
This suit is yours.  You’d press it?  Drop it?  Shelve

it?  Very good.  And you are Tazzio?
Beg pardon, Tassi....

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"Soul Surfer" 



I bought some sea shell beads 
today, 
stood by the ocean 
while the half sharp winter wind 
washed 
through 
me 
and 
whispered stinging sticatto 
cold licks next to my ear, so sincerely -...

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He feels the best of him slipping away
A sip a drip at a time
When will the he and him align
What is he missing
He can't stop thinking
in and out of focus drifting
as he witnesses his soul...

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Lost in the solitude of time they journey through the forest in their mind, searching for a path that would lead them out of the dark; the woods were so thick that they had to...

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