Long Gallops Poems

Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence
while here men, beasts, wagons...

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I feel your anxious pivot to create
We flow the same irresolute way,
Often in raging storms
And sometimes in playful gallops
We see ahead 
That path onto the light of laughs
I am in awe of your effort to...

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In the heart of the country, a veil of mystery and melancholy floats,
And threading along the leaf of life, these methods seem a sinister symphony.
Open borders, and immigration comes like an underground current,
On the paths...

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Forge on ever foolish
Cucumbers in your relish
Black Smiths and Peasants 
get into the darkness, out of the Parish


The Red Horse gallops, polls, bearers, of holes
Get out of its way, as the
rumors gather Communist ships
 ...

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Sleep O’Sleep we all must be,
Tucked ourselves between pillows comfy,
While Rough men fought and sacrificed bled,
That’s what the Great Winston Churchill said,

All is talk and talk with words,
None does deeds, all flightless birds,
For those who...

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For a long time, the northern sea unleashed fear in the hearts of the residents living close to the coastline. The hazardous hurricanes of war riding the chariot of whirlpools swooshed everything in their vicinity...

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I have a friend
His name is George
He is a giraffe as tall as my house
We have fun together
Walk for miles along the fields
He lets me ride him 
We run as fast as the wind
George likes...

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-Thinking of Iraq Ware Veterans on Veterans Day-

The day after the terrorists attacked our country, I joined the military and was deployed to Iraq. I fought in the desert far away from my sweet home...

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Is one to remember what remains no more a memory?
An afterlife beyond eternal damnation, forgotten entirely
In my mind, burns a question of which beheld no answers
And staring off to the distance, I’m to simply wait...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
                            ...

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THE LAST STAND

Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota, and the Sue,
Smothered beneath the white man's blanket,
Chocking for a breath of airs life's sustaining oxygen.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled frozen,
In...

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I’d like too invite all to be my guest
a dine of mindfulness and rhyme digest 
a week of conflict now victory blessed 
standing united to silence a pest

Since the last time you heard from me...

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A magnificent horse gallops down the cobblestone street.
                           ...

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Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota,
And the Sioux,
Choking for a breath of life's sustaining air,
Smothered beneath the white man's blanket.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled, frozen
In the middle of it's...

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Oluwapemi... your name is soft to the ears... your name speaks peace...
Your name is the soothing ointment of the troubled mind
It sounds like the luculent laughter that comes with the dawn when the turbulent Night...

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SILENCE OF THE LAMP

                              That day...

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     Silence surrounds me and sounds awaken me,
Incense burning, drifting, and candles softly flickering;
               The flute of...

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I know of magic unicorns and fire breathing dragons,
They all live in a magical place that only I can see,
I enter the land and climb onto a unicorn the color of gold,
The unicorn gallops as...

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Every poem is music, that speaks of tragedy, happiness, and fragility of life,
of death, of passion, dreams, mystery, and wonder. Oh, I could go on and on.
When we write a poem it is all about...

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SAGEBRUSH RANCH

holding his small hand,
jumping up and down,
in the silver box —
a playground with mirrors
and three buttons.
people that look like us
are all around.
when the box is full
they disappear.
the ding-ding sounds
and doors part ways,
as we exit...

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GRAVIDAS EARTH

the turntable in a whorl, my thumbprint
distinct on 45’s and 78’s and the cover
near the door, spewed upon - i forgive
you my roommate-sister, it’s only cardboard.
afterall, how’d we know, the future would auction
our records,...

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Yes, I know, I should be alongside.
Age and bad knees 
dictate that I am inside the cab
with a long, green leash
so Katie can run close by
every morning, 
for the last seven years
in rain, snow and...

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The White Charger
White is the steed that gallops, sparks fly from his mane 
The rider reaches out to my heart, passion burning as a flame
Entwined in hope, flames burn high, passion ever ascending 
The white...

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