Long Haystacks 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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- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons, 
Although I did have cash to spend, 
I felt my...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (III)

A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied onto hundreds to thousands of web pages. That’s a lot...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau...

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Contest : The Prismatic Self
Sponsor : Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date submitted : 19/5/25

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“Contests around track, contests for followers,
for best tasting wine, most exquisite 
architectural design ~ endless
quests to become best versions of Self,
sharpen mind, mould...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - III - Miklos Radnoti

Miklos Radnoti was one of the greatest of the Jewish Holocaust poets. He died on a Nazi death march, shot to death in cold...

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“Liber Novus”


Life is read
it bleeds continually
we simply need to stop
and breathe forgive

ourselves for tripping
over misspent thought
too caught up and enraptured 
in the chapters we imagine

we always dream
best beginnings
and tidy arduous ends
unicorns in black matter

Life is...

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As conspiracies plot like blood clots sneaking up to give you that shock focused on the not please take a seat for those that cant take the heat because its about to get hot as...

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I wish I was a master story teller who could come alive with the flicker of some ancient preserved flame in the night time. In the daytime I would be left by my lonesome, left...

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Compared with us, the kids today
Too little play and too much weigh.
Alone indoors they snack and sit
And buttons hit, while we stayed fit.

We'd quickly chores and homework do,
Then dash through doors to fun pursue,
To basketballs...

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4/30/21


Minor or major changes in the asteroid belt
Ice caps and ice sheets continue to melt
Experts speculate on whether or not devastation will be dealt
Moved around or always in the same place they dwelt
Actions were insincere...

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Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows of hyacinths and ferns quiver, disarranged huts begin to shake...

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There stands my family’s horse-barn,
old logs, chinking, and rustic charm,
here out west it’s too dray to farm,
and mountain winds do small plants harm.

A ranch is what it’s always been,
since days of pioneering men,
this barn was...

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You swept in like a French impressionist with the leaves blowing in the air.
You snapped a photograph of me swinging and my long blonde hair. 
We made love all night long, and shared a life...

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The forward-pointing fight of jolly time overflies.
And today blurs into a missing yesterday reprise.
The present blossom has dwindled and faded away,
Into a meager light reminiscence of yesterday.

Wildwood snuggles,
haystacks of sparkles,
yesterday struggles,
tomorrow marvels

It's sobering to discover...

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Baby’s Breath.

Please give to me the right address
And I will reach you with my rhyme,
Though they may seem expressionless
They excel in the art of mime,
Like trickling brooks upon the page
Like haystacks built with new mown...

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A whiff of fragrance with the burn of haystacks touched my soul
as I walked towards an open field, a banquet of dreamy fireflies  
Enlightened by the Path I come to discover an ephemeral world...

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The field stretched across the plains, A sea of yellow sunrays reigns. Sparkling on the crests it glows, Of little hills of haystacks rows.

Swirling and soaring across the fields, A sight that nature’s magic wields....

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Everyday he was there.
 
On his knees, standing, or kneeling
Gazing into the sun and the colors

He watched the road, the hay, 
the horizon, and sometimes even me.

His eyes followed my bucket and me.

I felt, not...

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coruscating cosmic colours
dazzling in the skyline~
prismatic geometric shapes
of village houses from afar 
dwarfed by enormous haystacks
a fiery cone resting 
illuminating in varied hues
reminds me of 
a mystic mountain ~
against  the luminous sky;
emanating silhouette 
resembling...

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Did I tell you I went to the
Beach last week?
The wind picked up mightily as I
Stepped out onto the hotel verandah
And the tall royal palm trees lining the courtyard
Lifted and bent their majestic fronds
And they...

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i will forget you

just as i have forgotten my first kiss

and third grade teacher

you will be forgotten

and sent into the backyard of my mind

and forbidden to return

 

i will turn away from the push cart

with...

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“How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood”
                        ...

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Dark clouds trying to cover the full moon
Creates an eerie feeling all throughout
An old farmhouse sits upon the great height
And haystacks sit down the hill and about

This is where the great fearsome scarecrow sits
Awaiting strangers...

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Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today,  the sea formed  haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday  ...

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