Long Kah Poems

I am rated R for recovery
Island of empty, icky isolation
Flames of uncertain frustration 
Fix me, I'm a vase of vibrant love
Find me wings to fly, my beloved dove 
I don't mind being blind and left...

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My lady of the night, you light my soul with Vampyre passion,
long I have walked alone from the delights of your Vampyre love.
Now, once more, the night lives with your embraces.
Gone now the melancholy song...

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The music in the wind                              ...

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In Ulzana's Raid,
the Native- and European-American concepts of property ownership
      and rights
are incompatible and irresolvable. McIntosh
had no illusions about that. He said hating Apaches for killing whites
is like hating the...

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you want to know a secret
when I write a poem and it's perfect
i dont share it
i bury it 
deep inside of me 
where no one else can see
i mean its perfect
not like this shift 
it's...

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My father’s sister was a Caryl, so I was the one,
To inherit the Welch version of Carol said, KAH rill.
I thought the name was unique; it gave me a thrill,
To know I was special enough...

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by Michaelw1two

Inspired by Kah Mee Lee

 Love's wonder at once questioned,
 a soul with pen in hand;
 script dripping of loveliness,
 avowed her mind as grand;
 a dreamy twelfth sign princess,
 who lacks a wedding...

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The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived
a hopeful time of praise each year revived. 
The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.

Our sister Miriam lights the...

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May kese maan lau ki vo bhul gye;
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Fragrance to gold, fruits on cane plant,
To sandalwood nor flowers sent,
To learned, long life nor riches,
Alas, there was no one to lease
To Creator some commonsense on rent! 
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Tongue-in-cheek |04.01.2023| Humour 

Poet’s note: Sanskrit has...

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The golden line of sanguine heart
That noble friendship sets apart,
I wonder what’s the test,
If indirect at best,
As touchstone be in a gold mart. 
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Translation |29.01.2025|gold, friendship, test 

 Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses...

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They dwell in a far off dry wood,
Browse but on hardy grass no good,
Drink left o’er water in restraint, 
Even then, poor deer do get slain.
Who can amuse men of mean mood?   ...

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The Crescent City

Ancestral roots are calling me
to Crescent City near the sea.
A city with its past displayed
where long ago the pirates played.

The glowing lights of Vieux Carré;
Café du Monde’s belov’d beignets,
and Creole foods prepared with...

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Birds fruitless trees forsake, 
Swans and cranes leave dried lake,
Courtesans scarce to wealth-less cling,
Counsellors leave a corrupt king, 
Honey bees flee from lifeless flower,  
Beasts forsake a forest on fire, 
Motive-dunk men in self...

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Youth gone, lust goes a lump lily,
Wealth on wane, withers family,
Water drained, vanishes the lake,
Truth once dawns, world looks nigh but fake. 
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Translation |25.10.2024| lust, family, lake, truth/reality, world 
 
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has...

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Who so has whatso any, 
O deem thou more than plenty,
Fair ‘tis enough fame to fetch, 
No one has all of world bounty.
Does Pineapple plant flowers fetch?
Can Forest Flame fruit-bearing be?
Betel-leaf has fruits nor flowers,
Nature...

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Seems, something rare conquers the heart
Of some, whatever be the cause,
Love matters, seldom any laws,
In love, merit plays little part.
Maaltee flowers bloom not in spring,
When verdant green wood spreads its spell,
Lovelorn cuckoos when sweetly call,
What...

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Known for arms of a lovely lotus stem,
Visage of moon’s sleepless silver,  
Eyes like smiling lilies in lake, 
And smile of  a full moon’s sliver,
To win as wife, a woman of such fame,
Who’d...

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Who who who?
Who’s out there? Asked the frightened humans hiding inside.
It’s the mouse-kah-treaters, yelled out Mr. McBride.

We are singing for our supper, we’re on our knees!
Sang out the head mouse, Mr. Do-as-you -please.
Let them in!...

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