Long Faculty Poems

Medieval Poems



Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland knew the agony of exile.
That indomitable smith was wracked by grief.
He endured countless troubles:
sorrows were his only companions
in his frozen...

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 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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Borrowing from David Holmgren, Permaculture Principles and Pathways Beyond [Win-Elite v Lose-NonElite] Sustainability, 2002, p. 1

Health ethics are Beloved Community normative principles
used to guide action toward good and light and right outcomes
and away from degeneratively...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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Modus Operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths

They are all around us, seeking to destroy us,
if not to kill us, to maim us, for life
physically, mentally, emotionally
morally, financially.

They are the psychopaths and sociopaths!

Now psychopaths are rare indeed,...

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DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's shopping
His hands numb from clutching load-packed plastic bags during the...

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Understanding myself, and towards developing  introvertedly 
The parameters of today, yet most lay dormant inside of me
Questioning the how, as in such, the extended inner faculty 
Fractured as then, it's an opposing end, and...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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 Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn A Year Ago and yet now No Change
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Okay. So, according to her license plate, Sarah had something to do with the name “Welbeck Street” and had once asked if the Journal would consider using “Harvard Yard” in her name. Also according to...

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Lament for the Makaris ("Lament for the Makers/Poets")
by William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530]
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
i who enjoyed good health and gladness
am overwhelmed now by life’s terrible sickness
and enfeebled with infirmity ...
how the...

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Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn
				                             …at the...

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His praises are upon my lips and shall forever be

what He has done for me some will never see.

The breath of life He breathed into me

made me His for all eternity.

Life He created and placed...

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A THRILL SEEKER (PART 1)

He is a sick man with no life that is running around in a world that cannot be lived.
All but not one knows his dementia and does not respond.
He is defiled.
Violating...

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*  This poem was inspired by the court marshall of Lt. William Calley for his 
leadership in the attack on My Lai, Vietnam.  For more info, see 
http://www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/mylai/mylai.htm

Lt. Willy on Trial

Tiny warm beads...

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There was a clear river,
In the natural home,
And a wily man stood,
Among the woods.

He was seeing,
With a malicious eye,
Look’st at a certain place,
With a glitter on his face.

That place was much near,
To the river,
“Aye, I’ll...

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He had sleepless dreams ....

Admiring trillions of Indians, he rose like a rose with colours of valour
Born in Rameshwaram village, to Jainulabdeen a poor boat owner.
Dreamt of changing the world with his venerated ardour 
Using...

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The people surrounding me keep asking “why are you going back and forth uneasily on the empty stage shedding crocodile tears, and telling the stories of negative effects on others, though you are not of...

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Teachers and Faculty care less and less about students every year
If u aren't the favorite don't expect caring
Ur parents have to bring cookies to the bake sale
U have our children's life in ur hands
Take some...

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Thinking there was something going wrong,
It was situation of praise.
Something that couldn`t let black communities be on craze,
But emotionally, puts smile on the entire world face.
Urging and expanding the number of observers through unfailing phase.
On...

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I know you, I know your thought,
I won't be intimidated by their sunny
Red blazing eyes that hurts minds.
My ink might not be better now but
I won't give up in the quest to know more,
I will...

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Evil, Guns, Cowardice, Stupidity, and Fear

is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?

seventeen innocent souls departed this earth
unexpectedly and tragically so whilst leaving
grieving loved ones, classmates, and friends
to wade through another mass-murder event

is anybody out there?
does...

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Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...

Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat

tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest...

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The soldiers winter is the Winter Soldier.

Reality shows the totality of evils depravity. Some see it as a formality when evil begins rioting. It is a catastrophe when the pirating of evil destroys tranquility. To...

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