Long Recitations Poems

Advice to Young Poets
by Nicanor Parra Sandoval
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Youngsters,
write however you will
in your preferred style.
Too much blood flowed under the bridge
for me to believe
there’s just one acceptable path.
In poetry everything’s permitted.

Originally published...

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As light plays upon the dark, that moon through stained glass windows
cutting a swarth across cobbled floors.
It seeps into the cracks like it's found home at last 
How a distant piano to a curious ear...

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I AM EVER - WRONG
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COPYRIGHT-POETESS-MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM
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i am ever wrong............
i sing my life's song...
in front of the dead body........
i am ever wrong.........
i want to see ..........
the sun...........
at mid night...........
i am ever wrong......
i want to see...

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 BUTT ME--

 Oh Jazz Age of prosperity and dissipation
Jazz bands, bootleggers, raccoon coats
Bathtub gin, flappers, flagpole sitters recitations
 Bootleggers, and marathon dancers boast

 Butt me 

Cigarettes, Cigars, Pipes, Smoke, Butt, Snuff, 
Bone, Coffin nail,...

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When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal 
breeze of yesterdays.

And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the sun,
at the end of your horizon,
seems brighter
than the skies in...

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GLISTENING GOKARNA

This scenic beauty, a grand temple town
Seated in the Arabian Sea like a golden crown
Bedecked on its bosom the blue beaches festoon 
To name a few- Kudle, Paradise,Om and Half moon 


Plays host to...

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O’ THE SOUND OF THE TREES WALKING MY GOD IS TALKING TO ME       
 Dedicated to God is Speaking Ministries Janeen Brown

O’ the sound of the trees walking
My God...

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On the wind-swept Nebraska prairie sits a building in wretched shambles,
Surrounded by a sagging fence and overgrown with prickly brambles.
It was once a bustling one-room school house, abandoned long ago.
Its weather-beaten clapboards, I judged to...

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I have watched winds fade away, her foot marks in the sand
Watched, as the sight of her got swallowed in a distance
Her last words still echo like a loud whisper in my mind
Last words whose...

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The Final Home Coming
 
From where the sky meets the high seas
Talking drums rolled out endless eulogies
As we waited, with the shore’s mud up to our knees
Some even did dance to the rhythm - no apologies
 
The...

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silence through spoken word...
...filling the space to cover the space that's there...
trivial tactics used as blinders to direct my silence and my spoken
into traps laid out to bless the captured...
but to be caught means you're...

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Have you ever listened to Rock Me Amadeus on Karaoke

I would rather be a Bat Out Of Hell on my Stairway To Heaven

And that is what they will have to sing when my box gets...

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Rise up, Scion of La Mancha.

Destiny orbited all that you were
and encompassed all that you possessed.

Windmills stood ten-fold to the fore
when you readied your lance 
and saddled your barn nag.

Its whipped hide and ungulated 
hoofs...

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Who would date a poet?
And have her name grow,
As a garden's eden history,
Have her lips comply with ink that smear'd,
Ears breed on a poultry of recitations,
A fun-fare of words abridge.
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Maidens wish all to be,
Such from...

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HOLY PUDDING
Creamy pale  flour toasting slowly in clear butter
Rhythmic strokes glaze it glistening ochre brown
Suffusing  sanctum with spiritual fervour
Wafts of rich aroma languidly mount

Bursting sweetness from gold tinged grains
Blessed offering satiates pious souls
Amidst...

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We have handed over control
to a phantom, that insane inner voice
we name the 'ego'.

Listen not to those demanding monologues
look not to their twisted reasoning.
Do not fight with its recitations
give them no credence.
Such thoughts come
from the...

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Witches three and cauldron black
Of spells and charms there be no lack
At dark woods edge upon a bleak height
Stoking the fire in the oncoming night

Gray is the sky
black tree branches bare
they sway, creak and crack
nought...

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While life was in its spring, a stream
in full spate down memory lane from
a bygone time and place that experience
articulated into voices of poetry.
Love and desire,whose shadow ripple on
rich in melody, a poesie of flowers
floating...

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