Long Fleeces Poems

Various Heresies 2

You
by Michael R. Burch

For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.

For thirty years You would not open to me;
You remained...

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Enough!
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that I don’t want to die;
I shall be glad to go.
Enough of diabetes pie,
and eating sickly crow!
Enough of win and place and show.
Enough of endless woe!

Enough of suffering and vice!
I’ve...

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Rejection
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Your beauty from your heart has so erased
Pity, that it's useless to complain;
For Pride now holds your mercy by a chain.

I'm guiltless, yet my sentence has...

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Medieval Poem V

A Proverb from Winfred's Time
anonymous Old English poem, circa 757-786
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
The procrastinator puts off purpose,
never initiates anything marvelous,
never succeeds, and dies alone.

2.
The late-deed-doer delays glory-striving,
never indulges daring dreams,
never succeeds,...

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Translations of the Oldest English Rhyming Poems

The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem aka The Riming Poem
Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

(excerpt)
He who granted me life...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming?...

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FLAME OF ASCENSION
 

No-one can escape Flame of Ascension 
           a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
   ...

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At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillowy packs that is spread out making a white-out
of black streets lanes and piles of pearly...

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Oh, a motley mob of rowdy men are we
When we hit your town to go on a spree.
We’ve fleeced the worst of their wiry wool
And our canvas pockets are now brim full.

We’ve come from the...

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A young man bought a tight pair of fleeces,

 And their stranglehold filled all the creases,

But the fit was so thin

 That he couldn't begin

     To pump blood to his bits...

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Biting winds and swirling flakes of snow had finally abated

We surveyed the deep drifts, which lay on the fields
The silvery moon peeped through the clouds and lit our way
It was bitterly cold, but the pitiful...

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Sleeping in the night
Haunted by fears
Hiding myself from this terrible sight
Searching for the healing light

A spark attracts my attention
An angel comes to me
“”Hey! Am drowning in your eyes”
Please save me
And then you whispered in my...

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A swallow swoops for flitting flies
While Johnny rubs exhausted eyes
(As morning clasps the rising sun)
Confirming Captain’s day’s begun:
Slow streams emerge from melting snows -
The Merchant Ship’s in stark repose...

As Johnny frets with tingling tongue
A Vulture...

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At a giraffe, like height eye level view: from a cold icy frosty windowsill,
3 stories high. I see a city forest full of snowy powdery pillows packs stacked high with patches of icicles: all causing...

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As only death can,
From the body’s clay land,
Death only releases,
The true fleeces,
Of the pieces,
Of the clay!
For mind over matter,
Can only scatter,
As seen in the latter,
Natural matter,
Of the 9-11 scatter!

No chosen few,
In 9-11's a-do,
All are carnal...

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Penny dropped circular clocks on carved out emblematic wisdom cones. Be careful if it rains coal dust as radioactive drones, mobile phones, and teapots too could all gather to form lines of imperialism. How rather...

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Image of Moon Clouds Air provided by Pixabay.

*Selenophila

Ballet of calm swans glissades, silhouette
placed culled singles tryst, pond sides by vast knoll,
balters few burbled matches. Grasped sunset
whilst espy eyes pry, as through a peephole,
faint lights pair,...

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A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast
Against a dry stone wall on a windy hill
She cradles it with love so truly blessed

Over steep Welsh hills they roam best
Hardy hill sheep bred to wander at...

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Spring is coming soon  - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long. The shining sward
Gleams, garlanded with daisies.  Every pond
Is laced...

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Once broken,twice bitten.
By rampaging searches got I bliss.
Celebrations of wishes have I eaten.
On the first blissful night,the bride I kiss.

Oh heavens! To the tune of "ogene" dance.
Shower the earth,this I ask.
And to the bride calleth...

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At thirty-five imperial gallons
Or one hundred fifty-nine liters
Match a barrel of crude
Which every day, millions you export
To the disappointment of all others
Fellow citizens, to whom your gluttony assaults

Still, to Mother Nature
We should be grateful
Despite much...

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Seasons

With a chill still in the wind, spring arrives
Clutching her white coat that slowly melts
In Sun's warmth, coaxing blossom's birth.

Humidity heavy with the scent of Jasmine
Announces summer's steamy footsteps
As ripe strawberries share sweet savors.

A harvest...

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25 hours of sit down in a basket is not a notable worthy way to spend time or adjust. One should not place antlers in fridges for a gammon steak could rise to form a...

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I've these odd notions in my mind
oddball fancies like thread unwind
spooling strings of creative thought
stitch together the wacky lot

Loose ideas, patchwork pieces
smooth as silks (or fuzzy fleeces)
incoherent alone, single
yet together, mix and mingle
into quirky mosaic...

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Shades of black block my eyes,
Like the lies that spew into the street,
With black sleet trickling under my feet,
I trip on your so called feats of peace.
As my daily dose of violence causes me to...

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