Long Secrecy Poems
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the rich old man could not pay his children to visit him
They knew how many tears their mother had cried at his whim
Newcomers were sometimes fooled by his super charms
Politeness he reserved for those who were not family
Most who did know him, had moved away or aged into forgetfulness
His grandchildren did not know him, some did not know he existed
He bribed people to do things for him
assuring them he was leaving them his full estate
He received free gardening, housework and cooking for years
Conning three people who were sworn to secrecy about their “inheritance”
He died on a Saturday, leaving no will.
Everything was gobbled up by the state
No one claimed his body.
There was no celebration of life
It was a life that deserved no celebration
Rich in money but nothing else.
He did not rule nations.
He ruled weakness.
Strings were pulled
not by force,
but by appetite.
By day, they wore crowns.
By night, masks.
Power learned to kneel
before desire.
I saw the silence.
Thicker than law.
Sweeter than gold.
Files do not scream.
They wait.
And waiting is power.
Men who preached order
followed a script
they never authored.
Epstein is gone.
The system remains.
What fed him
still feeds on secrecy.
Wars speak loudly.
Scandals whisper.
Truth moves slower
than ambition.
“What is done in darkness,”
history reminds us,
“returns with interest.”
Do not ask the dead.
Ask the structure
that protected them.
The cult was never one man.
It was permission.
Time has no boundary here
In between worlds, it transforms as I am
Some days I see it run;
There I stand still, awake
Perched on the mountain swaying
Other days I see it crawl;
Whispering to me in secrecy
I begin my descent through the void
Backwards the clock turns;
Allowing me to sleep in contemplation
Swirling all the pieces into a dream
Time sometimes grows rigid;
Anxiously awaiting my arrival
The keys dangling in my face
Many times I have seen it slip;
Beguiled by the foolery that is hidden
I find joy within the small miracles
Lesser times it skips a beat;
Momentary lapses of memory come
Forgetting where I left my vessel
Then time heals the disconnection;
And I, once again, step into the clearing
Strengthened by the flames
In the quiet solitude of evening I come before The Lord.
In the secrecy of my chambers I seek His presence.
It is here that I kneel before my Master and bare my soul.
Tough I fail Him time and again He will receive me.
Though I disappoint Him He will not reject me.
Though He chastises me He will not cast me out.
He will lift me up from the mire and set my feet upon firm ground.
He will wash away my sin and clothe me in a robe of righteousness.
With His right hand He reaches out to me.
With His left hand He holds my enemies at bay.
With His right hand He provides all that I need.
With His left hand He shelters me from the elements.
All this He promises me for He is a loving Father,
And I am His Child.
Death
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
You who are the final fulfillment of life,
Death, my Death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for you;
for you I have borne the joys and the pangs of life.
All that I am, all that I have and hope, and all my love
have always flowed toward you in the depths of secrecy.
One final glance from your eyes and my life will be yours forever, your own.
The flowers have been woven and the garland prepared for the bridegroom.
After the wedding the bride must leave her home and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.
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Only Let Me Love You
by Michael R. Burch
after Rabindranath Tagore
Only let me love you, and the pain
of living will be easier to bear.
Only let me love you. Nay, refrain
from pinning up your hair!
Only let me love you. Stay, remain.
A face so lovely never needs repair!
Only let me love you to the strains
of Rabindranath on a soft sitar.
Only let me love you, while the rain
makes music: gentle, eloquent, sincere.
Only let me love you. Don’t complain
you need more time to make yourself more fair!
Only let me love you. Stay, remain.
No need for rouge or lipstick! Only share
your tender body swiftly ...
When your lips are heavy with want,
and your pulses chant for fire elegant,
I will blaze You with passion unrepentant...
Your mouth will be my inferno
of oral soul crescendo,
skin of rose gold satin
ripples under the tides of my hands
with your sighs high as a hot violin,
I stroke you with a bow thick as firm leather bindings,
You become a virtuoso
in the embrace of my loving virtuosity,
on a stage summoned and assembled
by our hearts' heaving free energy,
and in the tremble brought by depth unraveled
You move onto me like a heartbeat riding
a feeling that cometh from freedom's uncageing,
and together we see love with no secrecy,
You are my body spreading wildly
and I your lightning holy -
J.A.B.
Twenty five years
Of togetherness
A pretty long duration
Doesn’t it call for some celebration?”
She looks at him for approval
“Of course, it does
But there’s the eclipse
Demanding austerity
You see.
Can’t do anything
Otherwise I too
Wanted to raise a din”
He responds
She smiles....
Both looking in different ways
At Fate's guile
Celestial happening
Or a terrestrial shadow
Lurking in the background?
Twenty five eclipsed
With a dot in between
A mere two and a half years
Of knowing
Can it really bring
So much happiness
Outweighing 25 years
Of togetherness?
She gets busy
In household chores
He too turns around
Yearning for more.....
Marital bliss intact
After all
Who knows the secrecy pact
There’s the missing point
Between two and five
A beautiful joint.
Hidden Love
In the depths of my heart, a star hides,
The woman who crosses me, a whisper of thoughts in secrecy,
Though in silence, my soul belongs to her,
She feels my love, like a ray of sunshine at dawn.
In the night, my dreams weave silken desires,
Traveling in her world, on the wings of the wind,
I watch her from afar, a lullaby of love, softly,
Knowing that her heart discerns the song of my soul.
On paths of the full moon, in the silvery light of love,
We meet in a dream, in a mysterious and secret waltz,
Where time stops, letting us drink in each other's gazes,
Silence telling its story, and my heart blooming.
Though we both hide, a play of shadows and lights,
The woman I secretly love feels the tremor of my longing,
And in her soul, like an echo, resounds the vast love,
That binds us in eternity, the silence weaving its crown.
Hope watches over my days, for I know in secrecy,
She carries in her heart a fragment of my love,
And in this dream world, I head towards the horizon,
With a lifted soul, where love awaits to enthrall us.
“There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.” - Joseph Pulitzer
There is something that few recognize,
But is transparent to many.
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one,
Hoping that nobody can find it.
It is a silent killer,
Swooping down on the smallest
Sense of innocence.
Give it an inch,
It goes a mile.
It is not an atomic bomb,
Nor the Bubonic Plague.
It is all in the slight notion
Of injustice.
~*~
“Injustice anywhere is a threat
To justice everywhere.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
Been cruising along then all of a sudden
Wham! You came up from behind
Behind the great walls of secrecy
Lost my ability to observe
Like how our lives had gotten along
Since life threw us both a curve
We drifted apart without knowing why
Sadly we each took different paths
It matters not coz you're with me again
In spirit oh so I did yearn
To relive those days those halcyon days
Days that were free of care
I'm floating on air as I sing a love song
It's more than my heart can bare
Sadly time has changed many things
From the sweetest times I recall
But just to know that you love me still
They're the sweetest words of all
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind