Long Glowworm Poems
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Epigrams V
Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars
applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry?
—Michael R. Burch
Teach me to love:
to fly beyond sterile Mars
to percolating Venus.
—Michael R. Burch
Byron
was not a shy one,
as peacocks run.
—Michael R. Burch
When I visited Lord Byron's residence at Newstead Abbey, there were peacocks running around the grounds, which I thought appropriate.
Less Heroic Couplets: Unsmiley Simile, or, Down Time
by Michael R. Burch
Quora is down!
I frown:
how long can the universe suffice
without its ad-vice?
"Lu Zhai" ("Deer Park")
by Wang Wei (699-759)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Uninhabited hills ...
except that now and again the silence is broken
by something like the sound of distant voices
as the sun's sinking rays illuminate lichens ...
Swiftly the years mount
by T'ao Ch'ien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Swiftly the years mount, exceeding remembrance.
Solemn the stillness of this spring morning.
I will clothe myself in my spring attire
then revisit the slopes of the Eastern Hill
where over a mountain stream a mist hovers,
hovers an instant, then scatters.
Scatters with a wind blowing in from the South
as it nuzzles the fields of new corn.
War, the God
by Michael R. Burch
War lifts His massive head and turns...
The world upon its axis spins.
... His head held low from weight of horns,
His hackles high. The sun He scorns
and seeks the rose not, but its thorns.
The sun must set, as night begins,
while, unrepentant of our sins,
we play His game, until He wins.
For War, our God, our bellicose Mars,
still rules our heavens, dominates our stars.
Shotgun Bedding
by Michael R. Burch
A pedestrian pediatrician
set out on a dangerous mission;
though his child bride, Lolita,
was a sweet senorita,
her pa’s shotgun cut off his emissions!
Keywords/Tags: epigram, epigrams, mayfly, mayflies, mountain, mountains, star, stars, stellar, glowworm, firefly, mimic, mimicry, irony, jealousy, judgement, life, mortality, loss, nature, transience, Quora
Nightfall robins sparkling in a glass jar of seeds. Gratifying senses lay by the lakes and the reeds. Climbing the tree to admire the vista. There is no varied crown upon this land. There are no fenced areas either. It is merely wild. And moving. Never still. Never dormant. Oh look a flying glowworm speedily moving and giggling to the plants at the human traffic. Harbour no elephant then in a miniature glass. It is not very nice or pleasant. And the north holds a torch up to show the way to the other directions who arrive to perform a ballet at midnight. Number nine hundred and fifteen. Does one plate glide under rock? Is there a cup if dawn in that mist over there? Are the cutlery drawers singing to the popular ice cream whisks? Yes. Good. It is to be said that a forks stick with a stripey tongue can atomize even the most frantic of twigs. And all flurries are in fact swarms not storms as is told. They are to be held,honoured,cherished and welcomed. For they alone will cut antennae in a global chaotic swoop swap. Oh pie the pizza sighed. I wish I had a case. I am so exposed and you have a lid. I will sit and watch my cheese splayed out over me. Whilst you are comfortable under your pastry pile. We must now move called the twenty foot peacock clambering onto the canoe. We have to get to the ocean. Come on. Hurry up. It will be far too late to surf if you don't come now. Splooshing sailing starting ships. And a giant eel smiling in a very decorated ball gown. Tantric trees tailoring topiary. And of course the magnificence of a large number of swans passing at high speed. Great. Fascinating isn't it? And dance of the dogs began. Xxxx polarisation pickling Pocklington. Xxxxx tyrannosaurus z
Form:
Crossing thresholds of blooms and dewdrops of glorious spring,
Toward autumn proudly walks season-bride with golden ring;
Her costumes, robes of ballet dancers, as per scenes, changes,
Facets of nature alter her charm to cosmic ranges...!
Scotching sun transforms mossy leaves, to golden-churns,
Clement breeze, once exited the stage, into storm-gust, returns;
Painful to bid goodbye to beloved trees, leaves linger,
Yet, get shaken off by now-twig-turning, dry-tree-finger...!
Constellation composes puzzled riddled strange stories,
Church-bells jingle mingling mysteries and histories;
Et-tu-Brute - one could hear Julius Caesar cry loud,
Senators encircle him, as though, for their goals, they're proud...!
Traces of moon gets gut-split; glowworm-stars glitter around,
Clouds, Indian widows in wild white, move, no safe paths found;
Master Craftsman pursues and persists painting scenes serene,
Brushes, disobliging, spill paints-mixes gaudy and sheen...!
Flocks of tribal nomads grazing on moss-grassland valleys,
Resemble ides-sheep of Jupiter; relishing rallies;
Peacock butterflies float, like goddess Anna in rose-hill,
In marriages of myths and truths, moods merrily chill and thrill...!
Harmonious chorus of sky and seas brings pertinence,
Parameters of perfection pave paths of permanence,
Paradoxes of joys, angst... it possesses plethora,
Ides-of-March! Not time! Not season! It's eternal era...!
28 March 2022
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Is she the one who bridled my handsome twilight dream?
Whilst I was inside my woolen blanket of brown and cream
Ah! Like an awesome golden eaglet’s leisure time fly
She began to travel from the serene and bright blue sky
She drove the cloud without engine or steering or wheel
And reached my vestibule with blossoms of an eternal feel
Is she the one who tickled my disposition with great fun?
And filled my chamber with the luster of hidden midnight sun
Aha! I felt the alluring musk fragrance of an anonymous deer
I removed my curtains and saw the strewn stars smiling in cheer
She narrated about her wondrous world and the weird myth
Although I made much endeavor to cease my overwhelming mirth
Is she the one who grasped my sturdy and brawny wrist?
And compelled me to saunter through the way of milky mist
Behold! The gleam and bliss of wingless lonely glowworm
And listen to the laughter and lament of foolish thunderstorm
She gathered a handful drop of new bashful monsoon rain
I watched the sizzling salsa of bathing dusts in utter vain
Is she the one who submerged me in this pool of sweet honey?
And I struggled a lot with these white ants in deep agony
Oops! Like an earsplitting and terrifying trumpet’s roar
I heard my own irksome and foul smelling very last snore
It befell the truth that I fell from my wooden framed bed
Into the valley of wild trees with leaves in enchanting red
In the semblance of my darkest
side lie the sunlight after me,
In the dark blue face was a
smile that only a select few could see.
Only a few that fishes
like me when we see the snakefish
Maybe a glowworm or two in
my wake, still, I am onto Kinyeti's peak
as a sad Giant long-legged katydid recasting into a camel to save thy naught, yes thy naught
Though I thought Weddell was
a sea of stars, I was at the end a
Beluga Whale grinding Lulo Rose's diamond
Morrow, morrow, morrow
mermaid promise keeps me going
to the seaside, scary you, scary we
She turned me into a jellyfish.
She put death onto the ghost that heist
me off my kiss, Oh my lips, it is blood
at night, lips in the light, a waterless smile
in the twilight
Semblance Dark, a death oath for a hairy head, a death oath for shaving even one middle-of-the-head hair. Scary ghost, scary clown
Struggling for my stolen heart, stolen heart
hid in the middle of the Cretaceous.
Happiness, for gumiho
O gumiho, stop taking them, I know
thy idea. I offer you Gum, yes O Gum
Tears and tears for the darkness
Sleep and sleep in the glow
It is for the duck of thy dark side, my
dark side, their dark side.
Fragrance from your flute
Wafting in the air
Powder of morning in your hair
Robins in their throat
In your smile clouds float
Here and there
Golden alphabets stare
The river flows on
Sprinkled sun melts in water
Inflammation grows in laughter
Rush roar race reel recur
Empty boats wait for life
Stories seek a soft chapter
Your shadows grow longer
Polka dots on your blue shades
Tiny airy footfalls on grass blades
Pleasure returns in white sails
Boats are astir in water
Ripples and jingles join them
In the spread of the blue jays’ wing
A blue and white game
Sinking sun sprinkles softened sparkles
Dream like little orange splashes
Infinity in your eyelashes
Gradually unfolds the time of musk
Whether in shacks or in palaces
Whether in love or in malice
Sometimes a full moon
Sometimes a dark lagoon
Somewhere the stories in a glowworm fire
Somewhere in a sparkling dagger
Until the eyelids are heavy in the weary night
Descending into the cleansing dark
For another daylight
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15/02/2017
WARM GLOW of GLOWWORM
Big bright Sun shines, dazzles, blazes, spreads light.
Moon looks golden, stars gaze, twinkle at night.
Glow worm unique either single or in swarm,
at night, sparkling like spangles on cheerful charm.
Day ends, eve fades, dark night, glow worm in warm glow:
Firefly to fly, to glisten displaying mystic night-show.
Firefly though shy, intermittent soft glow flashes
in shimmering sheen on lover’s dreamy eye lashes.
Go rush, glow worm, fly free in deep dense dark.
Cheer up bush, grass-shrubs emitting swift spark.
07/23/20
First Place.
'Strand Completely New (12 ) Contest by Brian Strand
The evil doers (do they have any religion?) thought
The sun, when it doesn't shine as per their will, should be set.
Though millions of distorted versions of the truth were brought
What did they, ultimately, as a gift for their sins, get?
Resurrection, nay, resuscitation, was long-destined.
How could death, nothing more than the steward of life, enslave
Could the course of the core and crust of Candour be questioned?
Didn't he come to save each one from the brink of the grave?
As rebirth, chicks out of eggs dance. Bunnies bounce. Spring arrives
The goddess Eostre, like a glowworm, is flying around.
White lilies lure the landscapes. Little children catch fireflies.
Mystery and history mingle as angels's surround
Hungry graves craved as the godhead ended its existence.
Isn't Easter all on the radiance of omniscience?
I am not one of ten billion—I—
sunblackened Icarus, chary fly,
staring at God with a quizzical eye.
I am not one of ten billion, I.
I am not one life has left unsquashed—
scarred as Ulysses, goddess-debauched,
pale glowworm agleam with a tale of panache.
I am not one life has left unsquashed.
I am not one without spots of disease,
laugh lines and tan lines and thick-callused knees
from begging and praying and girls sighing "Please! "
I am not one without spots of disease.
I am not one of ten billion—I—
scion of Daedalus, blackwinged fly
staring at God with a sedulous eye.
I am not one of ten billion, I
AM!
FREE FALL
free frolic fountain
falling forcefully fearless,
fervid fantastic.
GLITTERING GLOW
glowing glittering
glowworm gaily glistening:
glorious grandeur.
HOLY HEART
humble holy heart
hopefully hospitable,
hesitates hurting.
07/26/20
Third Place
'Let The Pens Flow -Alliteration' Contest by Jenish Somadas
"Completely Your Choice (31) Contest by Brian Strand