Long Mongol Poems

Poems about Things that Break II
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter.
 
 
 
Water and Gold
by Michael R. Burch
 
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert
when every flower...

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Perhat Tursun

Perhat Tursun (1969-) is one of the foremost living Uyghur language poets, if he is still alive. Born and raised in Atush, a city in China's Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, Tursun began writing poetry...

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*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 2

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

The batter's foul ball killed a fowl that later caused a foul odor.
After painting the room red, he then redd it up and read...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his...

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Neither a fable, 
Nor a tale, 
This is a fact,
A story to tell,
To everyone, female and male.
To generations, younger and frail.

About a threat, a monster from the East,
That struck the world like a beast,
Attacked Europe...

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It was like a whisper- 
My wife delivered the sad news- 
"Your grandfather was dead."- 
And so he was- 
Her eyes was awfully sad- 
Touched me gently on my back- 
He was old- 
The time...

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Showering white light illuminates 
  Bright-Moon Bay;
   In the overlooking Moon-Inviting Pavilion,
 Li Bai had raised his twinkling, rich amber
Coloured wineglass
    To invite the same reticent Moon.  ...

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Oh, the wonders of China
   Far different than those of Carolina.
   "Me Wan See", I say to you
   Land of the Orient, so vast and true.
   Wonders...

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Try mumbo jumbo chicken gumbo soup saith dumbo

Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within Homo sapien zoo
presenting poetic hodge podge 
and mish mash to you
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within...

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[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ]



launched over ages of primaeval forces
my nomadic ancestry calls out to me
winds howl driven over rolling hills
atop a ridge of rugged mountains
beyond vestiges of...

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ATTENTION READERS:
In the interests of full disclosure, our recent sightings of Humpty-Dumpty were reported on social media. In addition, the most reliable eyewitness happened to be an illegal alien, somewhere in the South. We cannot...

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(alternately titled: whipping and pommel ling 
das soar addle brain) 

My most recent deuce score 
     plus three bajillion ban
an nah ram ma orbitz
 squared bob sponge pants 
  ...

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“Conquering Xanadu’s enigmatic beauty is heaven’s majestic reality of God’s presence.” By the poet

Call me Xanadu---
     “an idyllic, exotic
      or luxurious place.”

    ...

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Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within Homo sapien zoo
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally
custom designed invisible prison self made,
thus wishing to don...

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everything you’ve said
 whispers round to me 
   here now I sit
    this warning is free
dead are my dreams
 in your pretense of care
  sweeping the misery
  ...

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Hello There, Runt

By Elton Camp

A cry of outrage comes from the politically correct
For the very word “runt” they will angrily reject
But I have used it only to gain for this poem attention
That it’s insulting and...

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Sonnet: The Ruins of Balaclava
by Adam Mickiewicz (1798-1855)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, barren Crimean land, these dreary shades
of castles?once your indisputable pride?
are now where ghostly owls and lizards hide
as blackguards arm themselves for nightly...

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Tootle Lou met the gang at the McDonalds by the sea,
She shambled in with pants too big and stains for all to see.
We chewed and swallowed but never tasted,
Brain receptors craving stuff that Tootle Lou...

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Marvels of the World I wrote.
Fantina, Bellela and Moretta will gloat.
These are my three daughters who kept me afloat.
They never did accompany me on travels or boat. 

I saw the Mongol Empire and China too.
Recorded...

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Oh God!
When this state be free
And an independent kingdom again!
India, a hypocrites’ country, is a Power,
And although we are famous for being straightforward
But, a small nation, in Arms and Weopens we are very weak.
Otherwise, now...

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Death to the tyrant, we’ll pull out his nails,
We’ll round up his cronies and tuck ‘em in gaol.
His wife and his spawn will be put to the test,
Their lives will depend on the word of...

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It's Saturday morn and I want to sleep
 When I hear that SLAM that makes me jump to my feet.

 The kids are awake and know no bounds
 The whole house shakes with SLAMMING door...

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