Long Flagon Poems

from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
...

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Afraid To Face The World

You may be the one to help redeem my spirit 
For you seem so incredibly inspiring. 
Anything I create I destroy 
Save me from destroying myself 
Oh potential Muse 
A wild...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Urdu poems about speech, wine, Paradise, poets, poetry, words and grief. 

To hear my rose-bestrewing speech,
first place the flagon before me!
—Mirza Ghalib, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Let someone too obedient for...

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“How long has he been here?” said the other voice which Dumpty could see now that the dawn light started to grow, belonged to a largish Owl perched on a tree branch, near the sleeping...

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Every true poet is my muse. Their poems, 
The cannon fodder of dreams exploded, 
(Feed me a dark crow) , even if they walk
With only one leg, or have to be carried
In the arms of,...

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I.
Religion and his spiteful visions,
Race and her unholy irrations,
Madness the first lady of Death the Destroyer,
Sadness the Arch-enemy of Peace and Bliss,
Oh! His breathe just ceased,
To whom,To what shall we plead,
On what mountains shall Volcanoes...

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A chronological anthology
Of legends, folk lore and mythology
There’s no one called Eric
Or Ethel or Derek
For which I shall make no apology

Samson just got himself sheared
Delilah had cut off his beard
She cut off his hair
Then headed...

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Aethiopia is a land of exquisite beauty,
Inhabited by a princess worthy of its charms.
And the king her father thought it his duty
To boast of her glamour in spite of envious alarms.
So the lovely Andromeda sitting...

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She danced with grace, as a swan
He was inflamed, a roaring dragon
She swayed, a willow upon the lawn
He sipped warm wine from his flagon

With parted lips and feline eyes
She drew the breath from him 
Her...

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The bold knight Dave had drunk a few.
The booze was flowing free.
With sword and shield and flagon of beer.
He sought to challenge me.
Now,I told this knight, I warned him true.
I said he'd drunk too much,
To...

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Trust is such a deliciously sweet thing
				     Who				
			     stole
		       the
strawberries?
Make the yellow-bellied canary sing

Confidence lost in an abandoned mind
Smoky sulfur 
and...

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We were making our way from Whyalla to Port Lincoln 
For a day of sight seeing on the west coast driving along
We were about 20 kilometres south of Whyalla town
When we saw a Toyota 4...

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1.
I have invited Shauna Allebach to a date to my table to drink wine,
She picks my flagon of rare ales and pours herself a glassful of wine,
Sweet lips hanging from her wine's glass's tip ,I'm...

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Now that the Owl was sleeping Dumpty felt a bit restless, which was hardly surprising considering he was a ghost, he wandered over again to the waters edge, and had a look at the large...

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Ye guys/gals, drama requiring attention spins in Legerdemain.

There dwells within the caves of Underhill,
a legendary leprechaun lass named Phyll.
She keeps a pet dragon with wings of three;
she’s named her Levi for Leviathan.
Levi often flies to...

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Aye, Mikey, the Banshee's wailin'.
Closer.  Ever closer.  Spurred by your fears.
And the wailin'; oh, the wailin'.
What to do?  What to do?  The Banshee's drawin' near.

Nay, past deeds are no salvation.
'Tis your...

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I adore this corn which you call maize,
In my hand its cob I hold my eyes dilated in paraphrase,
In my mouth its offsprings I chew,
My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze,
Fresh corn harbours that...

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I adore this corn which you call maize,
In my hand its cob I hold my eyes dilated in paraphrase,
In my mouth its offsprings I chew,
My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze,
Fresh corn harbours that...

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Would that you see the eyes of a burning dragon?
For he to be the first you kissed,
Would that you see the tears of a fallen maiden?
For she to be the first you missed,
Reflect, for it...

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Behold the beast, wandering in astral night
From dark caverns he emerges by starlight
to quaff nectar from his ambrosia chalice.
A leering creature with evil eyes of malice.

What nefarious thoughts does he ponder
as muscles ripple in his...

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(THE TAKANINI VERSION II)
(SIP THE WINE)

Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.

Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to...

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For twenty years,
Tears in-between,
Rain and rust
And gray-beard dust.

A flooded flagon,
Empty-dry. Laid aside.
A spook to his wolf,
savior to the squirrels.

A languid man snores
While robins lay eggs
In his briery beard.

Blue and yellow eyes
Startle awake.
Oh what trouble
To sleep...

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Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.

Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to taste the fruit of the...

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Two lovers smitten, cruel sister bitten
by envy, her tantrum, a spell newly written

‘This shall be so, when next they shall meet
His one desire, to roast her and eat
One empty flagon, then the unwary
He shall be...

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Fair Hilda, pass, I pray, that flagon.
I now must face my final dragon.
Valkyrie, deny not mead, the stuff
Of courage. To be courageous is enough.
Whence courage comes what do I care
As I approach my dragon’s lair?

Dragons...

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