Long Marketplaces Poems

I was speaking with my good friend
Donald John
the Evangelist for AntiChrist
the other day.

And I had to ask,
Donald John,
Why are you so against health care
for all our not yet slaughtered
and otherwise dead already?

Except perhaps health services...

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The Enchanted City of Dual Realms
In the sprawling labyrinth of concrete towers and spectral glass,
where skyscrapers, like ancient obelisks, pierce the celestial veil with unyielding ambition,
serpentine rivers of fortune murmur in arcane tongues, their secrets...

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Speak!
by Faiz Ahmad Faiz
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Speak, while your lips are still free.
Speak, while your tongue remains yours.
Speak, while you're still standing upright.
Speak, while your spirit has force.

See how, in the bright-sparking forge,...

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Under the dark sky of 2025, where the Genetic Basin pulses
like an overloaded server beneath the shadows of a Sulimi,
my thoughts flow like a faulty algorithm through 6G networks,
whistling beneath faces lit by screens, with...

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O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee

Spiritual mathematics 
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis

Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in...

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I have taught, written, and spoken in the giant marketplace of Km.
I would speak and write in Egypt's marketplaces and all around its rim.
One day through the crowd and dotted stands, I peered the King's...

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I have taught, written, and spoken in the giant marketplace of Khem.
I would speak and write in Egypt's marketplaces and all around its rim.
One day through the crowd and dotted stands, I peered at the...

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The Sounds of Korea


I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup...

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I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup boiling sounds in...

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One  calm evening
on a leisure  drive  with  my  wife
along  the Inphal-Dimapur
National Highway
I remembered 
my overnight  road journeys
to Guwahati for office work,
sometimes together with  her
before retirement a decade...

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Like travellers, 
We cross this arid land
Aiming at the city of rest.

As we traverse the landscapes 
We may, of a truth, sully our feet
With besetting dust of sin

But we must from time to time
Remember Calvary,...

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