Long Rending Poems

I have been trying to find the right words to pen this verse, but since I came to this country my words are suppressed and my voice is oppressed. The wind is blowing furiously, and...

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Epigrams by Michael R. Burch

If brevity is the soul of wit
then brevity and levity 
are the whole of it.
—Michael R. Burch

To write an epigram, cram.
If you lack wit, scram!
—Michael R. Burch

Conformists of a feather
flock together.
—Michael...

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Brave Shadow Mane


Falling free at a tremendous velocity
Cursing my decision for acting in haste
Through clouds and frozen rain I could not see the ground
Losing consciousness, in my mouth blood I could taste

Now this was indeed...

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Differences – you say !

I – me Lass – brave Helios, rides his golden chariot, 
drawn by fiery Steeds, into the vastness of this universe.

These mighty Titans, dispatched – brilliant, glowing -
ruled, controlled the blueness...

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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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"Who can bear to lose a tie
With a dog that is man’s best ally? .......by poet


"Here lies my dog, motionless in his kennel
unable to wag his tail as he always did.
yesterday when I saw him,...

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THERE IS NO GREATER LOVE THAN THIS


"For God did not send His Son
into the world to condemn  the world,
 but that the world through Him might be saved...-John 3:17 "
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"Crucify Him! Crucify Him! CRUCIFY...

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Sex Hex
by Michael R. Burch

Love’s full of cute paradoxes
(and highly acute poxes).



Love
by Michael R. Burch

Love is either wholly folly,
or fully holy.



Nun Fun Undone
by Michael R. Burch

Abbesses'
recesses
are not for excesses!



Here and Hereafter
by Michael R. Burch

Life’s saving...

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Playing with Fire:-


I am a weird boy in wacky clothes,
I know fire bending since my birth.
When I was a mere child,
I started playing with fire,
To gain long stares,
To buy things of my desire,
To buy things...

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The bells! The bells!
My looney, tuney pals!
The bells! The bells!
They curse and vex and howl!
The bells! The bells!
I must escape them somehow!

The bells! The bells!
The clanging, banging swells!
The bells! The bells!
The peeling, reeling knells!
The bells!...

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this place... Weymouth - a small tranquil village! 
How far is my Stratford from here? 
my Stratford-on-Avon! 
The Shangri-la of a dramatist's imagination!

Assuming, I had a very very long slumber…
the world has completely changed!
This area looks so distant...

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"Cantus Troili" from "Troilus and Criseyde"
by Petrarch
translation by Geoffrey Chaucer
modernization by Michael R. Burch

If there’s no love, O God, why then, so low?
And if love is, what thing, and which, is he?
If love is good,...

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A love not to be forgotten
After the disaster, after the misery
Little sister of mine begged my dad for chicks
He tried to convince her what a bad idea it is
How a hard caring takes to keep...

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When the spirit of a woman 
who was trying to heal her deep-rooted enmities steps forward with her shoulders twitching overwhelmed with grief, her footmarks are filled with the bitterness of life and that’s why...

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Mother
                     —Statue of Ebony Black—

A woman who cried for freedom,
not for herself but on behalf...

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It never melted for starters
but then you have to start somewhere
the Magic Icicle could talk
it had humors jealousies aversions
deep rending tides of love
and week long fits of giggling
It had been crafted by Father Frost
The Emperor...

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From the heart of green naïve village
surrounded by corps field, mosque, ponds, 
ancestral grave yard, school, college, 
madrasah (islamic school) etc he is

brothers, sisters with parents, a beautiful family 
with relatives, neighbors he had

learned person...

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Chapter..........1..........Part..........2..........3b.

The mounted riders, 
they speed forwards,
Turvehr did kick with heaven's power,
his mighty horn tearing and rending,
His eyes,
afire with hates desire,
his coat, 
it did shine like the raven's wing,
when kissed by Sol.
He was the destroyer of...

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...she was ensnared within her prized gardens
There among a tempest of roses.
Entangled in the mournful whispers 
of… 
Weeping willows
From noon till night.

Within her bustling haven, 
the envy of neighbors.
A source of joy and delight.
But her...

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The Rebel(1922).

Original Bangla : Kazi Nazrul Islam, Translation : Sajed kamal


Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim:  I raise my head high!
             Before me bows down the...

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(A Long Agonizing Conversion.



Out of the dark forbidding night,

 I Struggle now to see the light.

 I never felt this way before,

 Loved the lair of darkness more.



 Was careful in nothing, no good to...

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Genealogy
                 —The beginning of a family tree—

For my great, great grandfather was a son of a slave,  
he...

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Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe

Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of...

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Deep breath
          Let it out, carry the blight
                  ...

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...When he awoke, she stood by his side,
pointing down at him with his shinny Colt,
said,”You’ve just prolonged the pain that I’m in,
now stop following me, you damn dolt!”

With that she stomped off across the prairie,
he...

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