Long Mazes Poems

Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious...

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The Story
by Kamal Nasser
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I will tell you a story ...
a story that lived in the dreams of my people,
a story that comes from the world of tents.
It is a story...

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Kentucky's late summer sunshine
sunk deep into their skin
as the boy rode on the back
of his Grandfather's coppered horse,
the tobacco harvest would begin soon,
aromas of sweet leaf darkness
were wafting in the field heat,
to the big barn...

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As darkness absorbed in my reveries, my usual lapse accommodated itself in height of melancholy but not in this conscience. Then I found myself in my room and my window opened. Everything in upheaval, a...

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I

 
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

                     ...

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"The Great Forgotten Language" 

In the forest
Love shows
the way
spreading seeds

strange creatures
come forth
into the clearing 
of a known self

some run away
spooked as if 
the bare reflection 
shows their undressed soul

confronting, 
are the peculiar
ghosts risen, speaking 
like...

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In The Valley Of Avalon

This day the master of my Fate
Is none of those who lead shuddering
Through mazes of wizardry,-
Nor Trachmyr the Hunstman,
Nor Tannwein the daughter of Gweir,
Nor Penpingyon the porter of the palace,
Nor the...

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Deep in a silva of the Emerald Isle there hides a peculiar coppice,
Shaped in a spiral labyrinth which is seen only on the summer solstice. 

As the sun rises to its highest of tides and...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves...

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In Soft Glowing Mistress Flame Of The Beauty's Breath 
- a collaboration with Susan Ashley

In soft glowing mistress flame of thy beauty's breath
your heart swears purest love even unto its death
with future treasures that our...

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Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope

Horrid tin on wet paper. Coastal fragments of an empire twilight. Nonsense to corners in a deck along the warped cabin. Would you be silent for a moment? Afraid it seems, all these...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous...

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James Joyce:
In winding streets of Dublin, I did dwell,
found Ulyssean tales to weave and tell.
In this modern age, voices rise anew.
What themes thrive, Margaret, in works like you?

Margaret Atwood:
Ah, James, your stream, like a cerebral...

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In soft glowing mistress flame of thy beauty's breath
your heart swears purest love even unto its death
with future treasures that our great love will provide
our romance, more powerful than storm's surging tide.

My dearest, nothing more...

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HALLS OF AMENTI :1

My Kingdom is clear of books
                          ...

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I watched her at times, gazing into another world
Her head was past dwelling in the clouds
Way up high, and at times she would fall back to the ground.
She wore stars in her hair, milky way’s...

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“Mindgames, Figs and a Dictionary”


Have you ever wondered 
where you’d be 
if there were absolutely no 
dictionaries?

You could make up almost any word
and give it any meaning.
Like Figs are jewels for chewing on
and words are...

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Wickedry the poetry that refuses to let me sleep in a hammock on the river of spiritual revival
Wickedry I tell you ... What dares keep me awake
Aggressive in the most gentle way...
My soul has millions...

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Luke’s Purpose
Luke 1:1-4

Luke: “Many people have applied themselves,
to the task of compiling an account of the events,
that have been fulfilled among us [the shelves].
They used what the original eyewitnesses [gents] -

And servants of the word...

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Tis the season, for"Love"....

The time of giving and caring

Peace on earth, and good will, to all of life!

To lay aside the swords, the spears, the guns

Embracing the hope of a tomorrow

Clear, from the sediments of...

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Positions: Part Two
Arabic Poem by: Bushra Al-Bustani
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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         (4)
The Position of Love
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Your love is the twin of clear water
It sprays aromatic mist...

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He trained Seaguls to carry
 letters and items.
He built a wheelbarrow that
later he help create a steam engine
using the blueprints from
 the Ancient scrolls.
The weird world of Science
he taught physics and math
at the College of...

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Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found. 
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around. 
I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences...

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Oh, this life has pierced my soul many times,
        thrust me into bottomless pits;
impaled and bleeding-   this girl has plummeted down,
falling, tumbling, immersed 'til I am...

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Dawn Forever Rising

It starts

Street lights fade
their tiny soft-winged tenants flee
checkerboard facades change
last night's illumined squares now dark
become but yesterday's portals
some polished
some weather streaked
all reaching to reflect first breath

Steam ascends from the city's vacuum
gratings rattle with...

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