Long Pretexts Poems

Hiroshima Poems I

Let Us Be Midwives!
by Hiroshima survivor Sadako Kurihara
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Midnight...
the basement of a shattered building...
atomic bomb survivors sniveling in the darkness...
not a single candle between them...
the odor of blood...
the stench...

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon filled with candy and bullets
that lingers menacingly overhead
announcing the death...

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I once wrote a POTW, getting to know you, was the theme 
Simple little rhyme, about soupers commonalities it seems 
Now I’m discovering disparity, divisions, different schisms 
Joining the dots together, one picture emerges, extremism...

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In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan

(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published – according to the editor, Alejandro 
Duque Amusco – not...

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Beneath the frozen dome of a late December, I learned with melancholy
That those who gave me wings are not the titans I summoned in my childhood dreams,
But two earthlings, stirring my dreams into an aura,...

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At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets
The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell
Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells
Where the air does...

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A lapse of judgment, a tempest of rage;
A crazy obsession, to not be assuaged.
Aggression triggered by an avoidance of life;
Anger transmitted by internal strife.

A malignant cancer, that blankets the soul;
Aimless, directionless, irrational goals.
Misunderstandings, needs to...

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My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived
verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved
when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss the ring
of a cunning being, whose unmerited praises you sing

My...

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I couldn't avert my gaze off the sublime sunset,
I was utterly dazzled by the magnanimous deed,
I could follow the artist's pastel-colored hands bet,
And mother's deep love, after she has relaid seed.

I was utterly dazzled by...

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O we are all very well informed 
how horrible might been our reality
in the time  of transition
from one evil regime to other.
When one day all monsters and predators
from the park of totalitarian  communistic...

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So to say


To do more for the retain land, aliens can do everything
Dear, come let us  weave a rope of Great Wall again 
That would be able, to tie strong, enough, if you unite...

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Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find

Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough

Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a...

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SANCTIONS ENGAGED
the impact
formulated&cultivated
to promote
captivating
  the impossible
eliciting
dazzling sparkling
 gathering the dedicated
with oblique
but lighthearted
pretexts
& pleasures
vituousy
 devoted
to facilitate
&reward
continuation of the
subordinate role
cited by a phrase
inward daydreams

an unappreciated
 force

  but with

an  essential aim
   somewhat incongruous
but significant

  perpetuates the
expressive sensation
  connects
     meaning
with a new style
continually
 contributing
to its
origins

  frequently  applying
 distinctive approaches
&poignantly tracking
tendencies
  to mesmoralize
 &
immense in
  full participation


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two...

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The incongruity sparkles, dirty diamonds in a drain,
With hackles rising, lips drawn back, in lemon peeling pain;
A psychodrama stage of sleight springboards the stupid head,
“I know,” she thinks, “I’m always right, I know that’s what...

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You go down in the dry pool
foraging for the political errors,
irisprints, a certain desire of revolt, 
any skeleton to identify the victim.
An awful claim, the accuser was becoming accused.

For namesake somebody was dying
unceremoniously for holding...

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(TO THE VICTIMS OF WAR IN MY NATIVE
 CAMEROON AND IN NORTHERN NIGERIA)

Giants 
Have filled 
The FAR North
Sweeping
Bloodbathing 
With sophisticated 
Heavy weapons
Connected on a 
Barren land
Communicating
As from satellites,
Techniques and
Outfits of
The expedition
They got THERE
Thundering, 
Murdering, 
Raping,...

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As of the virgin voter robbed off her conscience
Freedoms of expression turned into a massacre...
Protestant chap spoke of the deed, how lame are
We the stereotypical "us", to turn protest a violent

Turmoil only inflicted and turns...

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Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a...

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I would in deed thee truly wed
Token drops of blood for you bled
Lavish garlands at your feet spread
Kneeling at your feet all pretense shed
Vow that by virtue and fealty be led
Each promise proofed and carefully...

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