Long Panning Poems

Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as...

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The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel...

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Quotes:  -- "  deus ex machina "

""Aristotle praised Euripides, however, for generally ending his plays with bad fortune, which he viewed as correct in tragedy, and somewhat excused the intervention of a deity...

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CHINESE FEMALE POETS: ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Creamy Melons
by Chao Luan-Luan
translation by Michael R. Burch

Scented with talcum, moist with perspiration,
like pegs of jade inlaid in a harp,
aroused by desire, yet soft as cream,
fertile amid a warm mist
after my...

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CHINESE FEMALE POETS: ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Sung to the tune of “I Paint My Lips Red”
by an anonymous courtesan or Li Ch’ing-Chao
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

After swinging and kicking lasciviously,
I get off to rouge my palms.
Like...

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                      Bustling Tavern, din of thieves, 
       ...

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In one short conversation:

First lie- you paid for the grandparent's funeral. No, it was already paid by them in advance with their money thru someone else.

Second lie-you know she didn't like our father; no, I...

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Love:

His gloved fingers loosely grab the tin cup as he sits slumped over.
People pass, barley glancing at the tattered man before them, their faces uncaring.
He has no home, no duplex or even apartment to call...

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Remember how you used to skip a Stone and watch the rings appear,
to follow the sun.
Smooth as silk, that an Angel has spun.
Makes for fluid thinking when
the mind thirsts in it's ilk.
For Mother's milk.
For the...

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Ah... already the summer 
approaches closing time,
but yours truly can squeeze 
one more rhyme 
before September first,
thus the following lines after...

Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow
leaves...

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A line, 

Maybe a bird

traces its way across

                A canvas of White

Stagnate and panning the landscape

it becomes enamored by 

...

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The sun melted and fumed smoking in the disoriented darkness of the creeping night.
Exulting to breathe life within tormented crusts of hardened granite and molten lava
Waiting for the cool sheen of the silvery moon to...

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Leaves are falling once more. 
Remembrance is trickling and passing across
a respectful but not inevitable thresh-hold.
Not today please, I’m not ready so soon. 

I can hear the sounds of my memory song
although the words have...

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Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow

leaves of grass
every Tuesday, which drew
attention toward fragrant aroma
seeping into nostrils
of me - match hew,
heavily negated true

quiescence courtesy ear splitting
soundcloud of...

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On this great patch
unfading black race stand-
Symbols of grace abide in tribes of heroes-
We represent a prosperous palms of an ancient land.
We are the African selfie,
a descriptive map of Africa to the world.
What our faces...

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Echoes from Adebayo

Make sure grandmother see your face,
tell her of the fastened ground which 
harbours me in promiscuous manner.
Prepared a gainful story in your lips,
my mother must not know that life has
made me one of...

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I am a poet.  Not really sure when I accepted this fact but quite thrilled with finally having a title.  I write whenever and wherever about whatever.  I have written one children’s...

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The Thing

I remembered, before all this mayhem, that I had just poured whiskey down a cheating chess game machine, blowing out it circuits, making it useless saying in my head, "Darn, for it had beat...

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Trust your imagination, dream, believe,
Take my hand,
I'll show you land,
that you cannot perceive.

Join me as we take a ride,
Not across the planet, but inside,
Each creature, plant and stone,
Inhabit them, and make them home.

Burn with me...

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There is no shame in nakedness of self
Discarded were the clothes of woodland creatures
Who would have worn them off eventually

Stand before me,
Look-
There upon that black shelf
The one that extends forever in directions of the sun

Watch-
Up...

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“But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear 

Unto myself, so that I may finish my race with joy....” ~

Panning for gold to gather jewels from the rivers bed...

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Dawn blazed gold, as my quest for gold began.
I saw flickers of gold, twirl around the pan.
Flashing between, the pebbles and sand.
But then they arose, floating out of my hand.

Sunflowers flashed golden smiles to the...

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He is an old pan man and knows how to pan
Finding gold is easy, the tricky one is diamond
A diamond in the rough is a crude old stone
But the one he would polish would be...

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I know you are here
My old, friend
Hoovering til I cover
My nakedness
With warmth

What is to bring me comfort
In this life of storm
All this grief
That clings to form

I'm tired, so sleepy
I believe I will rest
Not now my...

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If I'm moon in night's sky and love's warmth's not apparent,
rhymes' truths seem reflected at best, light’s eclipse
still’s a rare thing and not of my choosing! Love dims
in life’s shadow, emerges, but orbit’s unceasing
and lovingly...

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