Long Pilgrimages Poems

“Oh please don’t worry.
I haven’t a heightened sixth sense… about the mint infused lilt here.”
There must be a compass without a point surrounding me
“Looking for directions.
The town you’re seeking is a few winding roads and...

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Last night I dreamed.

I dream--

sometimes too athletically,
fertile regeneratively,
viral, positive and negatively 
and in-between sub-climax performing 
some wins and some perpetual losses 
more ambiguously back and forth, up and down, in and out,
and not nearly sensual...

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Neigh say being  corralled & cult shod 

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I 
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering, 
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, 
yet vilified...

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In my town
the spiritual warriors conjoined our nature conservancy advocates,
our homeless entertainers
mystics and muses 
incarnated all the green organic dreams 
of the food righteousness brigade,

Eternal EarthDay worshipers
began pilgrimages with gardeners 
and pet-owners 
and parents,
to establish...

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It's not that I mistrust you,
though sometimes I feel I must distrust
either me or you.

I ambivalently choose both.

So yes, of course, this is about your behaviors
in trust-relationship with mine,
aggressive and impulsive.
Behaviors of addiction
to a child's...

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In pursuing nature's selfish tendencies
to conspire against us,
hapless proletariats,
with growing winds
and floods
and fires
and pollution
and waste 
and death of entire species
and loss of formerly healthy ecosystems
and subclimates of wealthier ways and means,

We discover, with Dawkins, a...

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The more I read of systematic science and theology
the less logic I find in their continuing distinctions,
their supposed mutual immunity,
their difference without a difference.

They neither have multiculturally defined nor disagreed about point of Origin,
nor evolving...

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Three Roundels by Geoffrey Chaucer

I. Merciles Beaute ("Merciless Beauty")
by Geoffrey Chaucer
translation by Michael R. Burch

Your eyes slay me suddenly;
their beauty I cannot sustain,
they wound me so, through my heart keen.

Unless your words heal me hastily,
my...

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These are modern English translations of poems written in Middle English by Geoffrey Chaucer. 

The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue
by Geoffrey Chaucer
translation by Michael R. Burch

When April with her sweet showers
has pierced the drought of March...

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I searched for God in temples
But nowhere was He found 
I looked into the skies and waters 
And everywhere on the ground

To me, God was a statue 
I prayed to Him for years 
I was...

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Escape
rondel/roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
translation by Michael R. Burch

Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.

He may question...

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SafeHome is not so much a real place
as a destiny longed for
on our lifetime journey toward dynamic well-being,
too healthily robust to fear growing homeless and friendless.

SafeHome is not an unchanging Paradise,
statically without resonantly changing,
slow-turning nutritious...

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What's the problem with homelessness,
other than the violence from which it comes
and toward which it further travels?

Why not ignore 
and grow tolerance
for the inevitability of caravans
of sojourners
on pilgrimage
toward mirages
of Uniting Promised Lands?

I have more immediately...

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and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse

It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey, 
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
 and Passed Up The Palatable –
 Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so  not  hard !) 
But They Failed...

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Her dad had took her camping all her life 
See her dad was a survivalist that moved her and her brother to a new city with his new wife
Every night she cried , cuz when...

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beneath the veneer of a stable self
beneath the thin veil required to 
pass through our own everyday reality
s/he bears just beneath her/his skin
the gnashing of the teeth &
s/he does it so well that
one would never...

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© Francis Maugo

Help me understand;
Why you want me back 
The arrogant and heartless Basis.
Was I not your source of grief and nightmares?
Was I not your bondage and source of oppression ?

Help me understand;
Why do you...

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Warm with camaraderie,
Filled with extending family eyes
kindly accessible as two-way inviting cameras,
Cooperatively good-humored, sometimes gently critical,
never intentionally mean or ugly,

A healthy communion home
can unravel
becoming an emotionally barren
silent
hidden asylum
for codependent inmates afraid of change,
serving one-way camera...

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Ecological relationships
evolved from effective theological inspirations,
maybe tree-logical aspirations,
and, eventually,
evolved away from defective theological lack of inspirations,
climate illogical fullness of secular sectarian desperation.

Theological recreative relationship,
humane/divine climate balancing holistic experience,
derives from ecological efficiency affluence
nurturing nutritional effluent communication...

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Serendipity

God’s hand, like a muse of the serendipity,
Makes His presence self-evident
In marvels colliding
When happy chances of happenstance
Tango with moments of pure whimsy –
Living epiphanies’ lifeblood 
In generosity flowing, spilling over, 
With revelation’s laughter of surprise
To...

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L. MESSI vs C.RONALDO™

They're two male G. O. A. T
striving for the throne:
One named Lionel, other named Cristiano, 
One aged 35. The other aged 37,
One is seen as a god, 
The other as super hero....

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Ask nurturers,
parents,
librarians,
nurses,
maybe even a doctor or two,

What's required for my long-term commitment
to re-invest
for necessary long-term resilience?

The answer,
health,
seems sufficient
and yet not the sacred purpose
for resonating my optimally wealthy life.

My purpose is growing healthier ecosystemic life
invites finding...

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“The I’ll Dance” was the father of a Mine’s good family friend.
In the main festivities of Navalmanzano, Segovia
And its pilgrimages
He did not dare to ask the girls to dance
Afraid that everyone would give him pumpkins.
-The...

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Neighbor
Babul Ahmed

We have two well
Everywhere in the middle of
the Virgin River flowing.
Your home on the north side
I, along with the southern windows.
Every morning, facing East
We see both sunrise,
Road, the western horizon
Scarlet red beam bent-law of...

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ARE YE GOING TO MARRY THAT WITCH OF A DAME - Counterfeiting the CANTICLE by T. Wignesan

(With self-lacerating apologies and scathing penance to that great troubador medieval English poet who longed for his lovely lass...

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