Long Palaver Poems

Medieval Poem V

A Proverb from Winfred's Time
anonymous Old English poem, circa 757-786
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
The procrastinator puts off purpose,
never initiates anything marvelous,
never succeeds, and dies alone.

2.
The late-deed-doer delays glory-striving,
never indulges daring dreams,
never succeeds,...

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Winter Awakens My Care
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1300
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters my thought:
regarding this world's joy,
how everything...

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The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem
Old English Poem (i.e., Anglo-Saxon Poem) from the Exeter Book, ca. 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He who granted me life created this sun
and...

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The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem - Part II
anonymous Old English Poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He who granted me life created this...

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Ask your friend, neighbour or even a stranger newly-met
Have they ever been damaged by a ‘trust’ ….now turned ‘regret’?
Most men, if not all, have fashioned their character on personal experience
Yet these damned hypocrites are themselves...

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Dream state yields deep sleep personifications

Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids
into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
where the sandman beckons and bids
dead to the webbed wide world,
yours truly immune to wakefulness 
despite being...

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We are all true wild swimmers 
You swim everyday and dive through the waves,
Look great in a swimsuit and your hairdo behaves. 
You have all the gear and it coordinates, you always seem glam on...

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Siddhartha (The Buddha) 
by Hermann Hesse
translation by Michael R. Burch

In the house-shade,
by the sunlit riverbank beyond the bobbing boats,
in the Salwood forest’s deep shade,
beneath the shade of the fig tree,
that’s where Siddhartha grew up.

Siddhartha, the...

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Oodles Of Google Doodles...

visually delicious as  germane strudels
the following cooked years ago
courtesy me noggin awash with noodles.

Yours truly crafted remaining poem
around 27th July 2018
idea arose within me cerebral dome.

...As poetic theme came to mind
...

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**A WINNING POEM**


That night, my heart pleaded i should
Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's 
Old inn.
Enormous was my concern to reach home 
And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet.
About "create your...

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Woke up this morning with a head
This is the curse when you try to change the world
Gave Mary just a slight hint Tony might be bedding Jill, Joan, not excluding Alice
Big John, definitely gay, but...

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Winkin Blinkin And Nod, Sans...
Wonderful World Of Dreamland Furloughed!

Hours elapsed since I did sleep off
and feed my belly from the trough.

What...the...creaking screech re: sound
ding, (an unexpected  pro noun
sub bull mashup attributed 
to partial government...

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Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.

Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on...

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Lost Soul

We’ve gathered here to say goodbye
to yet another boring guy,
kept on yelling for attention
till it gave him hypertension.
Now in the box beneath the shroud
he’s got the eye of all the crowd,
best leading role he...

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Go and play golf with a melon ball. Go on. It's great. No don't cut it into segments. How on earth are you going to hit it with the club if you do that? Right,...

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They keep watching
Forever observing
Constantly snooping
As the public keeps on fuming

For our safety we are watched constantly
Electronic eyes unable to account
For the nuances of human behaviour
Infiltrate all aspects of living
Criminalizing us
Laying bare all our sins

Intrusive watchmen...

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FIFTY6FABELSOFCHARLAX 
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CHARLAX 
 
The Arizona Kidd 
 
PART ONE 
 
 
The Path Of The Wind 

The Arizona Kidd hung up his spurs the day the tree split into crosses from the...

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I didn’t want to join as a pilot, and could wait till next Monday, 
To become a rear gunner, but I choose to be a wireless operator, 
By waiting another three months. There were 30...

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Trial and Terror

Tim had tried most everything else

	waiting hoping procrastinating

		meditation introspection ‘extro-neglection’

defence contraptions of all sorts and the 

	whole self-help spirit enclave palaver and yet 

		he still felt like a cadaver a rotting ‘thing’ of...

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The corporate guys with gray flannel suits,
And brief cases swinging on arms to boot,
Came around to the conference room,
"Computers will bring paper to its future doom"


That was back in ‘84,
When a young apprentice stood in...

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Spray faith all around you lest you should go astray
Clinging to and clutching shells of emptiness
In your conformance to the spiritual and moral ray
That stresses naughtiness and pettiness 

Hoping to raise standards
Steeped in diligence and...

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Prone to bloviation pure and simple
rides on figurative high horse,
which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster
analogous to General George Armstrong Custer
(blowing his i.e. mine little big horn)
anonymous readers I unwittingly fluster
poetic patina an artificial, superficial,
yet...

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(In December 1936, English poet John Cornford
was killed in combat near Lopera, during the 
Spanish Civil War.  It was the day after his
twenty-first birthday.  Could this be the poem
he was formulating in his...

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There’s a forest bizarre neither nearby nor far,
full of sights somewhat scary to spook a soul wary.
The deep, darkened jungle, I think you’ll agree 
is never a safe place for you or for me...

The vicious...

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We’ve got remainers moaning like little twitches
whining away at democratic wishes,
politicians shone bright in true lies,
selfish gains over public cries.

May Day, 
May Day, 
May’s way’s a crisis,
everyone’s telling her, “we just don’t like this”,
they don’t...

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