Long Pathos Poems

you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not really two
the child in the mirror
is only 
an image 
of...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs...

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Is Joss Whedon ‘I AM?’ (1) Christ Reincarnate?
                  I Think That That’s Doubtful!

More than Trump ‘IS’ (1) (by...

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uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this...

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Part 8

The Atheist awoke to find himself still in the boat
    With his dream lost to the heat of the Sun.
And quickly took note, 'Peg Leg' had stolen his cloak
  ...

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Ecology of Time
explores resonant rings of sustained health vitality,
a red strong-willed loving heart
pumping Earth’s nutritional wealth
through our circulating and dynamic biosystems,
beautiful minds
with graceful dancing bodies
on pilgrimage through revolving memories
of time’s embryonic ecological balance,
and climatic dissonance,
Earth’s...

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These are my modern English translations of haiku about plum blossoms, plums and plum trees. 

Picking autumn plums
my wrinkled hands
once again grow fragrant
—Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Clinging
to the plum tree:
one blossom's worth...

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Somnambulant schlemiel schleps...and says Shalom...

to anonymous readers March 22nd, 2022
(blustery and chilly Tuesday)
reminiscing about mein kampf,
when precious irretrievable youth
frittered away within
emotional wilderness of mine.

Into lonely senescence -
more'n three plus decades 
plus three extra orbitz 
around...

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A Drama

Introduction: A husband sits by the bedside of his dying wife and pours out his anguish and grief.  He refuses to leave until her last farewell, that is until she dies.  Then...

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The Eager Traveler
by Ahmad Faraz
translation by Michael R. Burch

Even in the torture chamber, I was the lucky one;
When each lottery was over, unaccountably I had won.

And even the mightiest rivers found accessible refuge in me;
Though...

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And now, dear reader, I should beg your pardon
For changing the rhythm - it will not be so ardent.
You will notice calm tones of my speaking dealings,
And Bruce, I believe, will get no painful feelings;
Conversely,...

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Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...and says Shalom...

to anonymous readers March 6th, 2021
(blustery and chilly Saturday)
reminiscing about mien kampf,
when precious irretrievable youth
frittered away within
emotional wilderness of mine.

Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation, abdication... unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating...

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Driving home one day after hours of monotonous office work,
Saw a man sitting by the road; looked as one down on his luck.
Paid small notice to the figure; my lonely life was in a rut.
He...

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After inscribing a long forgotten word “Romance” in the sky 
on the other side of the setting sun and turning my face to the field 
where I walk through.  A little remaining daylight beckons...

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I was born married to the master of subservience,
      fell in love with the master of somnolence.
           
I dissolved Reality,...

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Clearing Out Old Growth
 
Last week I cleared some old growth, ‘parting’ (1) planted in my yard,
An Avocado tree you’d grown from ‘pit’ of eaten fruit.
Tree’s color for your living space! But pots do limit...

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Somewhere on this pretty planet,
	There is a heart made of granite,
Indignation its pulse would take,
	The soul’s machine fear'd trust too fake.

On righteous wings glory’s noose,
	Hangs the head of war’s best muse,
Her eyes befit the worst...

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Issues, like mushrooms, spring up when two or more humans meet, 
Issues start from how you are and what size is monkey's feet;
And thus my friend and I, like nail and flesh - same age...

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I drink privilege, I breath iniquity.
Everything around me wreaks of docile obsequisy.
I was a born a prince, of a minor province.
And ever since, I have often heard words minced,
By those below, who dare but tow
The...

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let me make an argument for love you can’t refute
I want to win you
I want you to be convinced
I’m the best thing that there is
give heed to this, my argument of logos
for in that you...

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The Estranged [A dedication]

         Jay was sitting in his small cell
         His head resting on the rails
  ...

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When drifting water of the river Hebrus murmurs 
a heartrending cry surges from the bottom of the river, 
and when this cry reaches the midsummer night’s sky
the stars echo and a lyre in the constellation...

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I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:

This screed you call...

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3-The chickens’ home
He ascended the stairs
He reached the last floor
He opened the chicken room’s door
He slept hanging his cat
Covering with hens over his chest
Over all his members
So he tried to get warm
In spite of the...

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A Pity-Pillow So Comfy
Placed & Plumped Consolingly
It Is Plush & Puffed With Feeling Sad
and Sulking Sorrowfully

Upon Hues of Blue & Charcoal-Lead
I Heavily Lowered My Bowed Head
As My Pity-Pillow's  Pushy-Perfume
Overwhelmed My Canopy Bed

Silken-Sorrow, It Softly...

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