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indelible ink
poetic art on her flesh
words of her mother
From today's chat with my daughter, Shereen:
Shereen:
I think one day
I'm gonna tattoo an
excerpt from one of your
poems on my side
Eleen:
Shereen
Shereen
Are you serious
?????
Oh. U touched my heart
Shereen:
What could be better than
that? Beautiful words
from my favorite poetess
Eileen:
Shereen
I adore you
I do
You're my heart and soul
Shereen:
I love you
So much
You should get published
Eileen:
Oh
Imagine that
Would you be proud of me,
baby girl?
Shereen:
Always :)
Eileen:
How can anyone understand a mother's joy at hearing those words....for my words to live on in the form of a tattoo on my daughter's body....Imagine that.
This is an excerpt from my long poem "White Scars" to my dear one, Daedalus (iykyk)
...
But in my solitary life
Your touches felt like golden to my skin
Your kisses remedy of my past
Your hands with your white scars
A ressurective pleasure
And you came to me that night
"Just a word of your and I'll be gone"
His eyes an ocean full of stars
His hands with his white scars
They don't believe me
So please don't leave me
And I yearn for you
I want your skin on mine
I want your thoughts to orbit mine
Your stars to touch my sky
I want to sense your flaming heart beating upon mine
To kiss all of you for maybe the last time
In the dark just you and I
...
I knew that while happiness is warm and filling and makes me feel whole for once in my life, it is ultimately fleeting and fragile, a paper thin glass box. I remember thinking about how much I deserved you, how much you deserved me, how we did not deserve each other. It seems to me that we were not hiding away from the rest of the world, more blinded from reality, grasping onto a sliver of lingering hope that everything works out in the end.
It took me up until now to learn how to build myself an armored heart. To put myself in a cage that keeps you and your multiverses out of my life. It dawns on me that everything in my life has a part of you left, whether it be the smell of you on a pillow that I hide under my bed, or the faint scuff mark on the floor in front of my door from the day you walked out.
Natural
Amongst fineries, placed his book being displayed, and yonder aloft walls, enlarged excerpt involves eyes to indulge, a glimpse of expectant imprints that present a mystique that fulfills statistic and, as street talkers advise, buyers aware had they made a good investment of a book, their best interest is self-well served, only time will tell.
Visual
Amongst fineries, placed
his book being displayed,
and yonder aloft walls,
enlarged excerpt involves
eyes to indulge, a glimpse
of expectant imprints
that present a mystique
that fulfills statistic
7-and as street talkers advise
5-buyers aware had
7-they made a good investment
5-of a book, their best
interest is self-well
served, only time will tell.
It is not light that falls before these eyes,
blue as ocean's dream,
that allows me to see,
beyond such a simple breeze
where whitest whites make way
for jaded bliss
a brilliance brighter than my sun
or of your moon
it is honey that coats the tongue
but vision that makes one feel
gracing of soul
as Beatrice's special guest
honoured
it is no guess
pools of luscious honeydew pull
and I drown in the elixir
floating free with
petals of persimmon
the heavens call for our return
co-joined we shine bright
brighter than 10,000 stars
blocking out distracting light
letting our peace perform then shine
"What then I saw is more than tongue can say.
our human speech is dark before the vision.
the ravished memory swoons and falls away.
as one who sees in dreams and wakes to find
the emotional impression of his vision
still powerful while its parts fade from his mind -
just such am I, having lost nearly all
the vision itself, while in my heart I feel
the sweetness of it yet distill and fall"
Excerpt from Dante's Inferno
My short story continues with this insightful excerpt:
A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: II
"A fictional perspective of articulating an ambitious nature that hinges on varied facts," ... by the Poet.
And now ... the school bell has rung. The park that he pleasures in both muscularity and mentality, ills in parity--in a nutshell--the school has taught him that the eraser is the better half of a pencil. It is always the seldom used that comes to the aid and heals the whole abused. That illuminating factor was his focal point that would encourage his future from the descension of the crown, and to the ascension of communism's embrace.
Introduction.. An excerpt from a speech by Mr Keith Campbell 1969, On the need of a referendum on joining the 'common market' the people are discussing it up and down
the land every day, they want the opportunity to express their views. If they are deprived of that opportunity they will resent the fact. For Parliament to tell those people that while they may have their views, they will not have any chance of expressing them and that this momentous decision will be taken by members of Parliament alone, regardless of the opinions of the people, would be a piece of unforgivable arrogance.
Britain 1965, Leyland's factory doing fine,
40 percent of cars, go onto U K road
Bought from British steel, goods in trains of loads
Defunct in 1985, a proof of industrial decline?
Once upon a time the Rolls Royce brand
Was made and homed within, Brit-ain..
Now owned, and sold by another land
Here is well shown again, the markets gain.'
Swan Hunter that towered the mighty Tyne
Gave work to generations, of thousands ten
The pound was 'pegged' interest rates to climb
Bank of England was to be broken then.'
Of course this all could be dis-truths
A load of baloney, where is the proof?
That's what others no doubt will bray
Statistics.. Statistics, but come the day..'
Founded 1967
THE MUSE by Anna Akhmatova
This is my English translation of a Russian poem by Anna Akhmatova…
The MUSE
by Anna Akhmatova
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My being hangs by a thread tonight
as I await a Muse no human pen can command.
The desires of my heart — youth, liberty, glory —
now depend on the Maid with the flute in her hand.
Look! Now she arrives; she flings back her veil;
I meet her grave eyes — calm, implacable, pitiless.
“Temptress, confess!
Are you the one who gave Dante hell?”
She answers, “Yes.”
Anna Akhmatova was a great Russian poet, and a personal favorite of mine...
The evening light is broad and yellow
by Anna Akhmatova
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The evening light is broad and yellow;
it glides in on an April rain.
You arrived years late,
yet I’m glad you came.
Please sit down here, beside me,
receive me with welcoming eyes.
Here is my blue notebook
with my childhood poems inside.
Forgive me if I lived in sorrow,
spent too little time rejoicing in the sun.
Forgive, forgive, me, if I mistook
others for you, when you were the One.
I have also translated this tribute poem written by Marina Tsvetaeva for Anna Akhmatova:
Excerpt from “Poems for Akhmatova”
by Marina Tsvetaeva
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
You outshine everything, even the sun
at its zenith. The stars are yours!
If only I could sweep like the wind
through some unbarred door,
gratefully, to where you are...
to hesitantly stammer, suddenly shy,
lowering my eyes before you, my lovely mistress,
petulant, chastened, overcome by tears,
as a child sobs to receive forgiveness...
Keywords/Tags: Anna Akhmatova, Marina Tsvetaeva, Russia, Russian, translation, English translation, Muse, thread, pen, heart, flute, veil, Dante, hell, confess, confession, sun, stars, poems, poetry, poets, writing, blue notebook, notebook, journal
Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is my English translation of an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old:
Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with his Soul"
(ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Death lies before me:
like a sick man’s recovery,
like entering a garden after an interminable illness.
Death lies before me:
like the fragrance of myrrh,
like sitting beneath a billowing sail with a favorable wind.
Death lies before me:
like swimming in the course of a stream,
like a man’s return from the slave-galley to freedom.
Death lies before me:
like the sky when it clears,
like a man's longing to see his home after countless years of captivity.
Keywords/Tags: Egyptian, translation, dialogue, dialog, misanthrope, soul, death, illness, sick, sickness, recovery from, myrrh, sail, wind, freedom, sky, captivity, slave, slavery, soulmate
“Children of the Sea, is a song about ecology".
- Excerpt from a 2006 interview for Toazted,
where Dio explains the message he wanted pass to
the world with the lyrics of the song Children of the Sea.
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Climbing
mountains
we crush the ice
Reaching
beyond skies
we blind the earth
Digging
to touch core
we lick clean
Soiling the soil
the seas, the air
we still celebrate
False calls
reverberate
climate change
We’re lost
Lost children
of Lord, Yes
We’re here
to spoil
His gifts - singular,
precious and rare
we are just
breathing guillotines
Look out! We’re sinners
Look out! We’re looters
Look out! We’re unworthy
Lost children of Lord
Yes, yes, true
We’re here to stay.