Long Rain down Poems

Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the...

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Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch

Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...

leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are unable to know

that once intrigued us so.

Come then, let us...

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State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W. ...

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Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,
you climb, skittish kite...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast solitariness there,
so that all that remains is to
fall?

Only a...

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Turkish Poetry Translations II

Çanakkale Sehitlerine
"For the Çanakkale Martyrs"
by Mehmet Akif Ersoy
loose English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Was there ever anything like the Bosphorus war??
The earth’s mightiest armies pressing Marmara,
Forcing entry between her mountain passes
To a...

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Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down upon us in their dark-sprit forms,
Whilst our unsuspecting mortal Earth...

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A Bohemian Maze of True Evil

Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down upon us in their dark-sprit...

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Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down upon us in their dark-sprit forms, 
Whilst our unsuspecting mortal...

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Mehmet Akif Ersoy: Modern English Translations of Turkish Poems

Mehmet Âkif Ersoy (1873-1936) was a Turkish poet, author, writer, academic, member of parliament, and the composer of the Turkish National Anthem.



Snapshot
by Mehmet Akif Ersoy
loose English translation/interpretation...

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Their rending cries, when all is still, reecho in the moonlight;
They lie about in fitful slumber on the ground at noonlight,
Their virgin hair spread in the dust; for nothing really matters:
Who then will see their...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss
Collaboration with Kurt Ravidas

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous rage and great...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss 
Collaboration with Robert J. Lindley 

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous...

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( Dark Doubles Tribute To Poetic Those Gifts Given By Raven And Master Poe )

(1.)

Under Bright Bloody-Red Midnight Moon, Raven Plays

Yes, those horrific screams, came from below
those frosty chills, born from eerie glow
echoes bouncing off...

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Quy Nhon and The Tet Offensive
By Franklin Price
9/2/2018

Quy Nhon and the Tet offensive, more than fifty years ago
That Chinese New Year changed our world and most its ebb and flow
Until that day the boonies were...

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'I DEFY YOU STARS! ! ! ! JULIET! ! ! ! JULIET! ! ! ! 
The sun to rise above all others
Gracing Earth with its mere presence
Eclipsing all other beauty to befall my weary eyes
Has...

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I ripped the curtain from the window to have a good view of what was transpiring outside, someone must have fallen from the roof top and lay dead on the road side, a little crowd...

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Lipstick Girls
                 By Stark Hunter and D Lee

1.	“When the Lipstick Girls Walk By”

You can push and shove your way,
Past...

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Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting

and all I remember
upon awaking

is: to Love sometimes
is...

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In the raging sun of summer time
The blowing wind of the winter
In the harvest time of sweet autumn
The divine feeling of the spring touch
We are still African, the heart of Africa
We are the soft snow...

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~ (~) Oh of You Lord royalty heavens light lies down beside you, peace, consumes... and still 
I do not know as of yet the truest brilliance, purest of reasoning yes perfect majesty, always 
looking...

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The beast is riding is the Ant-Christ and during the Battle of Armageddon, He will destroy the Harlot and kick her off of his back! But it is God who moves him to accomplish the...

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The August Sage recounts, 

For the 17 past lives I have been a Scholar Official, I was neither imperious nor inhumane. I saved the distressed, aided the desperate, succored the orphaned and borne insolence with...

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IV.
When Reth walked back down to his battered friends,
he said,”I knew not that he was such a fool.
If I’d had known, I’d have led you myself,
but there is still time, and much we can do.

“Every...

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I asked her how are you so beautiful, like how is it even possible?

     I told her it is hard to find the right words to say, but if I could...

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