Long Modern life Poems

Summer Memories
Summer Realities

This, the first day of summer, two thousand and two, finds me,
slipping back into what once was my desire, my need, my reality.
This step back into, and into times passed, has allowed me...

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People once said I was a homebody, and I guess that was me,
Often curled up with a good book, I loved watching movies.

Like blooms of sunlit meadows, are joyful where they stand,
Stained in the world...

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I was making a deposit at the teller window of my local bank.  As the teller proceeded to finish the transaction, she asked if I would like to apply for their credit card. ...

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Advice to Young Poets
by Nicanor Parra Sandoval
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Youngsters,
write however you will
in your preferred style.
Too much blood flowed under the bridge
for me to believe
there’s just one acceptable path.
In poetry everything’s permitted.

Originally published...

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There is no free market
greed controls supply and demand
the market cascades bi-polar
and the pendulum swing's getting out of hand
republicratic tyrants stake claim on our tax
they waste and pocket as they see fit
caught and send a...

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Modern Life
We are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week
Except Monday mornings and Sunday nights.
What are they on about, at this place that I seek
That is supposed open 24/7 days a week.

The pub...

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IF JESUS ASKS


Dew on the grass
Wants to disappear
As a day wakes up
Frightened by the red eyes of sun.

Again all those men
Will remain tireless
For some more hours.
Sharp arrows from their mind
Defeated-
Distance on the earth,
Boundary of the...

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Down the fervent aeons Buddha’s sagesse,
casts its august shroud on benign witness,
shades, shadows, subtle symbol shift,
encompass cosmopolitan and temporal,
incongruous to flaccid predilection feigned,
astute statue of nuance and nicety,
crosses annual acme’s snowflake whirl,
Christmas that propitious seasonable...

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Cobblestone Echoes
                          by Odin Roark

Ancient stone
keeper of darkness
of auras reaped...

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We are the children of time 
That big round clock 
Arms like arrows 
Not a minute to be wasted 
In this precious cycle 
Of ambition 
We succeed 
While hearts bleed
Yet we go on and on....

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We heard from the Cape, that orders have been given
For we must retaliate, our enemies to be driven

To be circling the earth on this fateful day
No contact with our loved ones, as the atoms below...

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Is nature an incredible and intelligent teacher?,                            ...

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I wander through the labyrinth of time, tracing the steps of forgotten dreams,
The air heavy with the scent of longing, each breath a memento of what once was,
A symphony of sighs, a melody of melancholy,...

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Wandering the roads.  It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life.
Even when spiked brambles
 scrape my eyelids or those tender foot soles are  being  twisted by tooth-like...

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SHOCKING!!!!!!!! WHAT? THAT?


Bad taste?
They know not what is at stake
They do as they please
Then later beg for forgiveness
A right sin
And a dismal business

Nothing is shocking anymore
To thump each other
They go to the extremes of bad...

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Is quest a sudden phenomenon,                              ...

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The air is heavy like a dirty woolen blanket
each colorful strand pulled through the warp.
Horns blare and traffic skids and screeches
as unborn accidents are aborted 
by fancy-pants cops.

The city slickers in their posh clothes
zip along...

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Feelings of a Person with Color
Tasmina Khan

Does it really matter what colour is my skin?
Or it matters how I am or my Karma?
Which one do you prefer more?
People say in public, they judge by deed,
But...

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A word once spelled out  

Defining what Saturday Night was all about  

Lads from Bay City  

Scene colorful, enchanting, and ever so pretty  

Roller and rocking  

Having one number that...

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It is a field composed of four times more stones than grass
with a spectacular traditional residency, making its habitat almost homogenous
is this global historic street light, shinning with well spread beams.
Through its inventions of western...

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EDIT
Oct 4
Part 1. How to destress in modern life
https://youtu.be/dzbLuLzMWE4

         A delicious languor steals over one
in the languid twilight falling over the meadow
Watching tiny animated spectrums
  ...

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The main road lies dormant, its houses seemingly asleep. But at 6 a.m., life bursts forth in a flurry of activity. The heavy traffic that streams towards Jack in the Box Gully is relentless, a...

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Our Ancient Prophet

In a city of steel and glass, where neon signs blaze bright,
Our prophet (PBUH) walks among the shadows of the night.
His eyes hold ancient wisdom, his steps a timeless grace,
He moves through crowds...

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Have you ever wondered, where we all came from
Were we ever in the trees, to the present upright and strong
Does it make you think, can you go into your dark
What do you actually seek, or...

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I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see
This I have to await, to await what she brings to we

Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told
For her...

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