Long Hailstone Poems

Continues the translation of the great Dante's poem written 700 years ago,
 probably the most important poetry ever written in the human story

When my mind returned back, after the stop
Due to pity for two brothers...

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You think your life's so rushed?
You've never been literally flushed,
or frozen and really crushed.
I've been through all a thousand times,
maybe more if you read between the lines.
My names 'Rob' and i'm a raindrop,
how my journey...

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Reeds and dry mud walls,
Into whose crevices, weaving needles and knives are fixed.
Iron sheets of rust on top,
(The only modern feature!)
With leakages through which we can even visualize the sun,
Through which rain water and even...

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Für Elise 

walking through the hidden realm of 
my heart,

whistling close by me, a poisoned 
dart, 

burning lightning in a pearly orb,

the essence of my agony you 
absorb,

echoes of a dog's anguished howl,

the opening eyes...

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“Fire” alarm sirens
are going off [the audible radar]
stealth silently
Those living deaf 
can’t receive
the incoming Death warning

Sky chariots on the roil warpath
are thunderclap rolling
Propaganda leaflet droppings
did foreshadow 
their cursed dire coming

Ordnance jewels are falling
from hailstone crowns...

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you don't even know the meaning, yet you write
you scramble it, squeeze it out
sometimes say it out loud but
you still fail to convey,...
you know the rules, abide the rules
you are ruled by those rules,
you don't...

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As the moon climbs high in the starry sky,
I hear the penguins in their nest cry.
The moon casts an eerie glow in the roaring ocean below.
As The ocean eats away at the white sand,
Each grain...

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i remember when you saw me in the devil's tattered and torn
the flinch was the pinch and i felt the tinge at every inch
my innermost persperation was inspiring convulsing chills as a merciless foe
i remember...

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I'm not as present as I used to be
Nor as distant
Middle ground is not my area
If I were weather, what might I be?
I have a love of rolling fog but I'm not that
Hopefully not fine...

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Can I at least have this chance 
To speak on behalf On my heart 's treasure chest
About the quest of emotions runnin querying the fairness of life where secrets are not to be kept
Can I...

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July In the Porch Swing In Kansas
The wind came up first
and it was so sudden
everybody said where did that wind come from?

It sure was a refreshing south wind
but nobody thought nuch
until it got almost so...

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Moronica’s ruler is in a situation no good.
Herman the Sixth and Seven-Eights is chopping wood.
Yes, this poor guy is now a deposed king.
How could Messrs. Ump-chay, Iks-nay, and Am-scray do such a thing?
King Herman has...

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crystallized rime of frozen ire - craving to thaw as morning dew
dense compact icicle of wrath's revenge emanating - now in subdue
when plummeted - no escape death's end grave in BLUE
scene of God's hands masterpiece...

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parable sonnets

I was flying high, yet it was hot my wings tired
spotted a well flew down and sat by its side.
By leaning forward, I could see my reflection 
in the clear water.
A dark shadow pushed...

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