Long Gulps Poems

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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Fadwa Tuqan has been called the Grand Dame of Palestinian letters and The Poet of Palestine. These are my translations of Fadwa Tuqan poems originally written in Arabic.



Enough for Me
by Fadwa Tuqan 
loose translation/interpretation by...

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English translations of Arabic poems by Fadwa Tuqan aka "The Poet of Palestine"

Enough for Me
by Fadwa Tuqan 
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Enough for me to lie in the earth,
to be buried in her,
to sink...

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Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some...

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The Whiskey Bottle Wish

 	One late summer night outside a saloon in the mid-west, an intoxicated Dusty Rogers, stumbles out of the Bar nearly taking one of the revolving doors with him. As he flutters...

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JOE VERSUS THE RACCOON 
By Kate H. Stark


Each night ‘twas the same old proverbial shout. 
“Hey Joe, will you please take the garbage bags out?”

Joe sighed, rolled his eyes as he walked toward the door....

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{"You continuously threaten me that I’ll eventually die alone, though it’s a pang against my heart I hear none of it though ferociously, the insides of me are hurricanes. 
Reservoir myself, I live alone to...

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.

And so
what is...

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CONVERSION

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Everyday is a test, no rest, a contest, put up my best, I confess
Hardwired and tired, flawed with mud and mire, no liar but on fire
I will connect, will not fret but you can bet...

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This days testimony.  I Cried for you today
This is a true story humbling inside I went to my physical personal prayer closet. On this Sunday March 6th 8:00AM.I was praying on my self then...

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Remember watching the clouds breathe,
In endless sees of make-believe,
Erasing the summer blue, azure in fleeting
Moments, silencing the music of birdsong,
Softly chortling in rhythms, 
Hearts warmed by the presence of miracles,
Promising the wind will blow away,
Every...

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Why did you come to see me?
Asked the witch,
In a nasal tone!
Are you yourself not made of magic?

I looked at her in silence,
Wondering if she could feel the pain
Dancing all over me
Running through my bloodstream
Pulsating...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-

And as days tumbled away, we staggered
Along, knock-kneed, dead beat and haggard.
Our bodies singing to the tune of the whip
Whizzing on morsels of flesh, so...

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A WORLD WHEREIN WOLVES HAVE BREASTS                           page 1

If only...

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A WORLD WHEREIN WOLVES HAVE BREASTS                           page 1

If only...

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Cheph111ChapterThree: 
Cheph111ChapterThree: 
IN the desert with Stokker. 
 
We stayed five days with no food at all or water mabe some eye scrounged along 
the roadside there is almost no containers this far out on...

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Beauty and the Beast

In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint  
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to shreds
Leaving my prey gutless, in every form of sin ...

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The first person shooter
did video confess:

It was just a little bang  bang,
no big deal ... wasn’t nothing major at all

Minor beef got some onions grilled,
cheap talk had turned dirt ill
And when the rumors started...

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Wildflowers hesitate, 
Breathing in the clear air
Inspiration so brilliant, alive
With whispers of faith
Purity in gulps of gasping, panting
Flavors of chasteness
Wholesomeness...
Transparent feelings, blessed
Healing all the past…
With clean, cool innocence

In the meadows,
Over the mountains,
Tiny petals emerge, soft
Tender...

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2019 has reached my doorstep
As subtly as a tiny ant, wishing to steal sugar
From my cupboard
2019 has reached me, and along with it
Comes the anticipation that my dawns
Will have adorned to them
Feathers tainted dark red,...

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Despair and Tears, As Silence Reigns

Sun burnt dark crystals sizzle this aching mind
where maple tree ooze their sticky flesh,
as cold harsh silence reigns
Begging sky cries from sun and its scorching flames
as blinded ground wakes to...

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I’ve been followed for years now
Around every treacherous bend, around every hidden corner
Now Fustraction in gulps me like tumultuous rain

It’s the heart of the darkest night
In an open clearing, I run towards the dreaded forest...

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the girls  
He will not let you forget. 
You will wear his hands around your throat, a chain of honey and sweat. 
His calluses grating across your thighs are still carved in memory, 
And...

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Her face was the oasis i needed to see
the sands of time draining
when i went to drink
She was gone
mirages of love filled me till i came upon the final dune
on the horizon i found abundant...

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