Long Last drop Poems

His glowing golden eyes glistened with a comprehension beyond the mortal condition

A well-toned, tall, and tanned man, who most, not all, would call handsome

A brightly bleached stalactite overbite gleaned between the mean features of an...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems V - Ber Horvitz, Yitzkhak Viner, Franta Bass

Der Himmel
"The Heavens"
by Ber Horvitz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

These skies
are leaden, heavy, gray...
I long for a pair
of deep blue eyes....

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Mine courtship and marriage with deadly obsession...

As September daze will soon arrive
recollections from a 
psychologically checkered  past
loom large recalling  
tragic storied days of mein kampf.

Circa early nineteen seventies:
As a mere slip of a...

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Warriors in us, 
                      When time comes, we fight our fiercest battle
  ...

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I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe 
Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way
I was heading for the gold rush in the state of...

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THE CHIMNEY
The once fine air, refreshens with dust
Between the village horizon and crest
Since the sailing of a death chemical chimney.

Young green plants seedlings growing on slope
Are left to sip these  carcinogenic dusts, sapling
And entwined...

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"Alive is the Warrior Queen,     saviour in dire distress, 
             beautiful as ravishing Rose,     ...

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Good Morning!

When the day sweeps 
Away the last drop of darkness, ?
(Aurora with her cool breath, ?
Gently rising to her duties, ?
And with the sun as her companion, ?
Drizzling light into dark corners), ?
It reminds...

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Note to God of Jealous Time:

Your human race exhausts ourselves
and our home
and our extended DNA/RNA family
and our soul-soil
and our blood-water flow of therapeutic life
and our healthy synergetic atmosphere.

What was angry memory 
and FearFilled imagery 
of...

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I recall a card game
probably extending back past the 1950s
called Old Maid.

There was also Authors
and a few other choices
less popular with me.
But Old Maid sticks in mind
as blatantly sexist
and ageist
and, for a country kid
in redneck...

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Kerry Ann gleamed with undeterred joy and twinkled in anticipation

It was her birthday and as a true Sagittarius she had colourful vision 

And a sharp bow for shooting the moon to get closer to serious...

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Mine courtship with deadly obsession(s)
still indelibly scored within 
windmills of my mind
this July 22nd, 2020.

Imagine yours truly post pubescence
(no matter ye never met me)
all that life in front of me
argh... precious time squandered
abustle with rattle...

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A lone sunbeam washed over a sleeping face.
Soft fine curls swirled over the child’s head.
How lovely to watch a child in sleep,
Refreshing, renewing, the promise of youth.
Naptime was precious for this mother.
A time of quiet,...

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dainty lass, cocooned by mother's care, 
                    father's arms, gleeful and merry... 
     ...

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Both of my daughters 
have married and moved on
both now have lives 
and homes of their own 

both their “old” bedrooms
now empty of them
their laughter 
and music  

still harbour their presence
their energy and love
and...

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"What Next, Mystery Babylon?



The World 
burns with a fever
tongues of Babylon
sing too late 
they sing like 
a river run dry 
divining rods 
searching for 
the last drop
of truth
throats cut 
and bleeding out
their  legacy
the innocent...

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When the enchanted 
jailors of life, 
siezed my soul 
and those
sepals unfurling
manipulative
manuscripts 
ceased to 
script a twinkle 
above screams, 
I became a 
slave to my 
own silence, 
chained by 
granite wings of 
masked butterflies, 
who...

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This is a Repost

Today is Good Friday. Jesus, the Nazarene, who robbed no one, cheated no one, who loved all, healed the sick and performed only acts of kindness, when accused guilty and became the...

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“Was gesagt werden muss” (“What must be said”)
by Gunter Grass
translation by Michael R. Burch

Why have I remained silent, so long,
failing to mention something openly practiced
in war games which now threaten to leave us
merely meaningless footnotes?

Someone’s...

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(Authors Note: Be advised; this poem contains some non-delicate language but
it does have fewer calories than other similar generic poems)

 
Crimes of the future wait like raw sausages
Fat fingers in the eye of justice
Blind, inevitable,...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare stand in the way

of its progress---

with black gold funneling back...

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Ah...herewith ma usual
     dose of pablum from this meal
lee mouthed muttering 
     doggerel wordsmith,
     who now writes...
     so here's...

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Daytime has downgraded joys into sorrow and fearful shadows lead the way

The stars above have abandoned me and heaven has closed down for repairs

Once there had been a comet a rising star lighting up my...

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Today is Good Friday. Jesus, the Nazarene, who robbed no one, cheated no one, who loved all, healed the sick and performed only acts of kindness, when accused guilty and became the victim of gross...

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In the backdrop where the sun had regally retreated, like a knight of the dusk,
The pipe of time smokes memories onto the face of the sky, lamenting in a sigh.
The clouds, scholars of the azure,...

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