Long Fizzes Poems

Medieval Poems IV



IN LIBRARIOS
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as pimps praise their whores for exotic positions.



Brut (circa 1100 AD, written by Layamon, an excerpt)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R....

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Angelus Silesius Translations

The rose merely blossoms
and never asks why:
heedless of her beauty,
careless of every eye.
?Angelus Silesius, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

The rose lack reasons
and merely sways with the seasons;
she has no ego
but whoever put...

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Yes, indeed, Mr. John Heck is the winner with his answer-"Tulips"; His reasoning 
is as follows...Keyboard humor; a somewhat off color joke I've heard, and 
apparently, so has John, which goes: What's better than roses...

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I look at them all
with their heads in their book
then I peer out the window
what's that? Have a look!
A squirrel passed by 
and ran under that tree!
At this very moment
I must go and see!

Get back...

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As spring unfurls its mystical charm 
and masterly sprinkles star-dust
to rouse nature from the cradle of slumber.
Joy overspreads through the excited cool breeze
that carries the invitation to each and every one.
It's the much awaited lovable...

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6.   Matsukaze 

("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of 
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy.  "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)

Despite 
the vigil I kept, night on...

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Life relapse and develops new memories and experiences sighted through brown eyes
Miles of driving, walking. Thousands of laughters, a few bad habits, a gorgeous dream for an addict
Later in life finally files success, the prism...

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Interview with a Real Drinker.

A: “Sir, can you tell me, why do you drink?”
B: “So that I’m rendered unable to think!”
A: “Then, can you tell me, what do you drink?”
B: “Anything, friend!” (With a laugh...

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Of tango I wrote, and how dreadfully a brief one!
Terponei the queen whose loathing was as mine;
Of ignorant readers who eulogize nonsensical poetry
And a good-morning-life destitute of usual tranquility.

“Brains at work” and “wits at war”...

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Oh, how we watch a town go by!
Pieces of life
wrapped against the elements,
going somewhere,
always going somewhere.
From this upper window,
my eye is a searchlight,
sweeping the streetscape.

I celebrate my stillness
by remaining still,
stiller,
and stiller still,
holding my breath,
stilling my...

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Oh, how we watch a town go by!
Pieces of life
wrapped against the elements,
going somewhere,
always going somewhere.
From this upper window,
my eye is a searchlight,
sweeping the streetscape.

I celebrate my stillness
by remaining still,
stiller,
and stiller still,
holding my breath,
stilling my...

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Moon standing in the dark edge
Of the skyways
Like a shameless whore
Waiting for someone
To be swept by love and lust
Falls her tender beauty
On my bathtub filled with
The crystal clear water
Tranquilized like drunken
Changing itself into mirror
In which...

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(do bed bugs eat beds)

I can’t shut my eyes at night
Delving deep in the darkness
Slight splinters of light
Revealing the shapes of my room
But still my eyes seek deeper
Let there be grotesques and horrors
Rip me from...

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