Long Laves Poems

A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch
 
Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands grey pearls
under moss-stubbled oaks, full of whispers, complaining
to the...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4

Catullus LXV aka Carmina 65
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hortalus, I’m exhausted by relentless grief,
and have thus abandoned the learned virgins;
nor can my mind, so consumed by malaise,
partake of the Muses' mete fruit;
for...

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Ever so often we come across rich art that can't be turned away. Through each episode we are willing to explore the rich evidence. Today is a new day instead of drifting away let us...

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Beneath an orange sky and huge rainbow, 
Mestor, free spirited son stops the flow 
over his dad Poseidon, 
God of the sea, rift widen 
climbs upon his narwhal, puts on a show. 

Setting off with...

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(Saints & Sinners in the Church / God's Patience with Sinners / Final Judgment
MT 13:24-30, 36-43)

He proposed another parable to them
"The kingdom of heaven may be likened to a man who sowed good seed in...

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 Saints & Sinners in the Church / God's Patience with Sinners / Final Judgment
MT 13:24-30, 36-43

He proposed another parable to them
"The kingdom of heaven 
May be likened to a man 
Who sowed good seed...

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I walked in darkness along the shore
seeking only solitude and nothing more
Thunder drummed from somewhere far away
like foreboding timpani as clouds began to play
They competed with the roar of bally waves
crashing to the beach in...

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It was not so much the seed that grow in my dream
But the dream that grow from the seed
This seed so small, so fragile
This seed I nurtured watered and light with the glowing rays of...

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I have a dear old cat named Simba who is wise beyond his years.
He likes to lounge upon my lap and have me scratch his ears!
His soothing purr relaxes me and calms the rhythm of...

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New is the year, fresh is its fragrance, filling my heart with
Eagerness, to walk upon the paths it has set out for me
While making sure that I shall take the time to enjoy its views

Bursting...

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I met him a long, long time ago,
denim clad and dusty leather boots
sitting astride a motorcycle
He took off his helmet; I stumbled
only to stop dead on my hazed tracks
and crashed in his ocean sapphire eyes.

Scattered...

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It laves under the waves of warm sunshine,
a chill breath of almost spring- near weather 
deliver endless hope and yearn of the fruit vine,
her wee frame caressed by the moor's heather.

A look of silent wonder...

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Melting
by Michael R. Burch

Entirely, as spring consumes the snow,
the thought of you consumes me: I am found
in rivulets, dissolved to what I know
of former winters’ passions. Underground,
perhaps one slender icicle remains
of what I was before,...

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