Long Soiling Poems

The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence to revolve around,
found wanting direction or course,
cursed with the thought...

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His words stung me, as the cries from the maelstrom seem to retort
Their scattered, foreign words and wails retching their say
I listened, almost mesmerized,
Pulverized

“Come,” Said he,
With threatening authority

Upwards, higher than the balcony from which we...

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Turkish Poetry Translations I



Ben Sana Mecburum: "You are indispensable"
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch

You are indispensable; how can you not know
that you're like nails riveting my brain? 
I see your eyes...

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Remorseless sweaty palms

despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate.

Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and indecent wracking wrath of mental illness, that even as a middle...

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Coloring smiling faces donned with faux missing teeth,
and waxing poetic lip schtick adorned with moustaches

Swarthy, spooky, scary carved
pumpkin faces thickly materialized 
out of thin air
as Halloween holiday loomed near
yes... just an innocently naive fickle kid,
who...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and...

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Before scant opportunity
to make amends totally tubular slips away,
I (one generic doubting thomas)
reach out across cyberspace without delay
jumpstarting and kickstarting reflections
linkedin with fifty plus shades of gray
snapchatting and twittering
do you know the way to San...

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Ben Sana Mecburum
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch

You are indispensable; how can you not know
that you’re like nails riveting my brain?
I see your eyes as ever-expanding dimensions.
You are indispensable; how can...

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A Taoist Creation Narrative
begins with healthy win/win feel this
and sick unwealthy win/lose don't do that
too capitalistically patriarchal
Yang dominant

Including do not begin with YangGod Words alone
creating Earth
from chaotic 
unYintegrally segregated
dualdark Ether

And every polypathic
InBetween
Both/And multiculturing providence,

Although a...

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Ballet of Death

As trumpets prepare emotions
This sordid art knows well
My hooves stomp impatiently
Raising clouds of dust
Enshrouding my entrance

With shouts and whistles
A crowd's tense moments
Engulf this gladiator's arena
Demanding courage and blood

Far away
The grassy hills
Of his Ganaderias...

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I try to drive, but I know I’m not fit.
The road is bumpy, who’ll take me through?
I try to move forward, but I end up in a ditch.
The weather is foggy, who else will lead...

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Ben Sana Mecburum: “You are indispensable”
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch

You are indispensable; how can you not know
that you’re like nails riveting my brain?
I see your eyes as ever-expanding dimensions.
You are...

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I am wearing heavy feathers
with the gaze of the day lit to my backside.
A rotisserie routine,
hot with punishment and prayer.
Prayer for punishment,
punishment for prayer.

Answers from a sky beaded in blue birds,
upon gods’ supposed pretty blue...

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Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders...
Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A
Worse Fate Than Death!

...of Google I now know sweaty 
palms sports dignified name 
known as palmar hyperhidrosis. 
Here all along (meaning major 
of my...

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Original version:

Phone for the fish knives, Norman
As cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
And I must have things daintily served.

Are the requisites all in the toilet?
The frills round the cutlets can wait
Till...

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Flesh is compulsorily subjected to several bites
with the hope of later expensive lotions of comfort.
Hard work pays but luck issues the slips
toiling and moiling for the skin to keep soiling.

Every shot towards goal hits the...

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You promised me!
You said it last week
“This is the last time.”
You promised me!
But here you are again
Creeping in the dark
Knocking on my door
While daddy sleeps so deeply
And mummy sleeps so sweetly
No one in sight
Just you...

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(alternately titled:
Pee pee song and dance routine)

Invariably analogous setting
kickstarts schlemiel to agitate
excretory mechanism linkedin,
viz body electric doth actuate
merely upon turning faucet triggers
unstoppable onset to micturate

drinking coffee or caffeinated tea
also functions as diuretic
mimics similar rush'n spate
oh...

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Love and comfort cannot be partners
Complacency dissolves respect
Sneaky activity, entity disheartened 
Three component splinter defect

They married within protective faith
Full of future decades' radiance
Charles' charms by ladies repaid 
Ego combed by pretty audience 

As fate will...

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The Ancient mutiny of the Twain

In the beginning were both made
To dwell in unison and not to trade
You abode with each other in Eden
And never was anyone a burden.

The Author made one with the soiling...

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God had a idea and set his plan in motion
the dust from the ground he looked upon was his notion

God needed someone to live on the earth which he created
he needed it governed and flourished...

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Hakaris HaTov
Recognizing the Good,
Be aware of what’s already there,
Mind that abundance is our spine,
Dire news presents a raincloud,
Blinding, warping focus of our blessing,
Making all seem dark, a piercing tyne,
News allures: Life or Death, it’s to...

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...In my country children die... 
not of war...for soiling, their pants 

...here, they're beaten, until 
they stop breathing... 

...spiritual distance... 

...the forgotten on a file... 
the authorities in denial... 

...under the rug, is full... 

no...

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I hear thunder trembling on the ground
Lawford's cart is coming down the lane
Contracting into pain
Grumbling like a young girl
Feeling her end of month pain again
Crying in the embrace of her womanhood
Passing like landslide under her...

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The grass is trying to squeeze back through cement cracks. 
Dying to breath. 
Though we're dying for it. 

Black sheets on top of dirt comforters. 
Soiling the soil. 
Beneath water boils. 
We need the weeds...

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