Long Pencil in Poems

Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence
while here men, beasts, wagons...

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"A White Sheet of Paper."  Part1

Once upon a time I was a white sheet of paper
Pilled between hundreds on a shelf my neighbor 
For years was an old stapler.

I was full of life yet...

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In A Suburban Paradise

I was to spend hours on my bed 
writing short stories in 1967;
with my left leg dangling over the left side, 
I sat on the right leg,
like I was some nosy bird...

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Letter to My Wife
by Miklos Radnoti
translated by Michael R. Burch

A poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica, August-September, 1944

Deep down in the darkness hell awaits--silent, mute.
Silence screams in my...

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Twas the night before


'Twas the night before Christmas and all around soup
Not a poet was writing, no words from the group
And I, with my paper and pencil in hand
Had just settled down at my new...

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Azteca

As a young girl growing up in Los Angeles City
My mother took me everywhere with her
Our favorite Mexican restaurant had great hospitality
Casa De Nina, I enjoyed the music and she, their famous platter;
Guajolotas o tortas...

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Can I write this without being corny and still be prideful?
I grew up on Hip-Hop, and I have a lot of idols
Every time I pick up the pen and use ink
I hope to write something...

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In the morning I was impatient as you dawdled
and I told you to stop being so slow. 
You just smiled sheepishly and said,
"Bye Mommy, I have to go!"
In the afternoon I spent most of my...

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It’s there in the darkest corner of his room 
there where he takes off his shoes and socks and just leaves them
the place that his Mom said that she is going to leave as is...

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A poet who was famous for his love poems was approached by a young boy who shyly bowed his head…
“I want to write a love poem…can you teach me how?” He said.

The old poet smiled....

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Once I met a little girl
Sweeter than honey could be,
She must have been barely eight
But looked much younger to me.

She asked with a dimpled smile
If a picture I could draw,
Her eyes shone with a strange...

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These dreams are yours these dreams are mine 
Yet misery seems to be this poor mans only paradise 
Reality seems to be the only place to hide 
Trying to make the best of what I...

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remember,america has never had a black president and until this is fullfilled,we will never prove we are not racist

places will scream if we go with o'cain,eer,i...

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The first time I blew up,
I was in love... taken by surprise,
when she walked trough the room
had all those boys' heads turn to her,
it was her voice, which lit the fuse to my
explosion,
like a firecracker...

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In the hallowed halls of college,
Where dreams bloomed like wildflowers,
I walked with a pencil in my pocket,
And a book cradled close to my heart.

My friends, oh dear companions,
We laughed under ancient oaks,
Shared secrets in dimly...

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He was a lyricist
Who wrote his words down on toilet paper, paper towels, or torn up  cardboard boxes
Just jotting down writing on anything that’s lying around
Always had/has pen or pencil in his hair
Always jotting...

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BEAUTIFUL

Adoration, aspect I usually abuse
For I, my, dear would act like a mad man because
I would stare at you like um a statue
Wonders in my mind carrying me away
Taking me time to process every part...

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I have told all my wishes to the sound of the rain ..

I described the fantasies of my dreams to the beautiful mountains rubbing against the sky..

Lack of faith in the beautiful carvings in the...

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The drunken pen dips and swerves around curves on paper. Paper for the purpose of writing things—thoughts a pen brings. My cursive swings, wild and loopy. Oops! Too loopy. Took that curve too fast, ran...

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THAT SUICIDE
By Roy A. Merritt

If I could only defy this pain
Perhaps I wouldn't feel so inane
Perhaps I wouldn't ponder so
All this pain that strikes me low

And maybe I could drive away
This voice that demands of...

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I suppose one of the most awful parts
Of the annual American tradition
Like this
Is that from just after lunch
Those 19 2nd grade children
Must remain in school until the next morning
With their parents sitting on parking lot...

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It’s been many many years since my grandpa passed away….
years since his sweet smile and sage advice reached me…
but whenever I pick up a pencil
I remember one lesson he tried to teach me…

Grandpa was old-school…he’d...

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The hoopla of the Holiday Season has now come and gone.
Cash in the bank to pay for that spree is nigh overdrawn!
Just when I thought I was free from financial strain,
A packet arrived from the...

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The hoopla of the Holiday Season has now come and gone.
Cash in the bank to pay for that spree is nigh overdrawn!
Just when I thought I was free of serious financial strain,
A packet arrived from...

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I was handed a questionnaire
And asked to fill it out the best I could 
With #2 pencil in hand
I saw the questions were on love

I've never once questioned my love for you
I've studied hard, I've...

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