Long Tak Poems

“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song

Courtesy Robert Burns
circa  (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796)
the National Bard,
Bard of Ayrshire
and the Ploughman Poet.

Two hundred sixty one orbitz elapsed
since brief existence of...

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Auld Lange Syne
by Robert Burns
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And days for which we pine?

For times we shared, my darling,
Days passed, once...

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...But I heard a crack in the distance,
then came a man’s shrill, painful yell,
I saw Tak go down in the plants,
his ankle was bent, none-to-well,
I could see it must hurt like hell.

We were up in...

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Ho, ho, ho! 

There is this well written article, the link which I gladly give down below,
It is a most beautifully written anecdote of a traveler's tale for well it showed...
A funny side of Malaysia...

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I long have been a trail-runner,
and my name is Art Constantine,
sprinting peaks is a thigh-burner,
just as tiring as it seems,
I started this at seventeen.

Most people thought that I was nuts,
I suppose I can’t say they’re...

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Devonshire tea with Peter an' Beryl, beware,
it's no the fact that Peter disnae care.
But 88 years doon the track o' life,
an' 84 years fur Beryl, Peter's carefree wife.

Ma Bonny wife Gillian an' this Auld Yin,
oot...

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Muse - Unintended - ??????? ?? ???????/Muse Unintended Russian translation


You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest...

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when I was young, my first boat was a whailer
going fishing to fripp hauling it by trailer
I stopped at Island Plaza, my boat I was a gassing
then the Gulla man asked me, while in passing

"youda...

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We’ve come here from a distant place in search of untold treasures.
The beaches have left us stranded without a place of refuge.
We come here with only one intention, to fulfill our wildest pleasures.
The moon is...

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You see all of these protesters out
chanting and screeching on the TV,
convinced that we’ll solve all our problems
Ii we just get rid of the police.
They claim that they’re targeting people
merely of the color of their...

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A Folk Song of India in Hindi & English

Lok Geet – jhulava pe baith …….In Hindi 

jhulava pe baith, man karata, bahut mera
hota aaj, yahaan par, mera bhee man meet 
badha deta, mere jhoole kee,...

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Look there! A newly wed bride steps out
Dismounting from the wedding coach.
The tradition expects the bride to step
On the lid of the traditional huge pot
Before entering into her home-to-be.
The pot being hanged on the threshold.

Look...

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In the arctic frozen sky of the enchanting land the midnight sun
leans on the horizon briefly in bright summer and again it rises,
I didn’t know when a new day actually would have or had begun.
The...

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RESTLESS 11
(Mind, Body and Heart)


Kinetics, is what myself move
Rest in me is what myself has been exorcised
As my mind makes myself active
Move, move, move and always move
Makes myself happy and physically fit
   ...

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SUNA AASAMA......Hindi poem

               aaj aasamaann suna suna hai , chaand bhee gum hai 

       ...

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Let me tell you a story…

In the arctic sky of scenic Norway the midnight sun  
leaned briefly on the horizon in summer to again rise,
not known when new day would actually have begun,
in winter...

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Written in Scottish dialect.

Jack, Bernard and John, the Bandit Kings,
Hae handicaps wae too high.
Each o’ them score four points a hole,
Ah canna tell ye a lie!

Me, ah’m Rabbie, the bard o’ the course;
Ah’m lucky tae...

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Nay greet for me, I yet live   
ne'er was I a bairn to ye
mind me ere  I once were    
when drouthy neibors met      ...

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The Sounds of Korea


I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup...

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deer mister god: momy said i coud rite a leter by mysef to you
i'd lik to talk on the fone with you but this wil half to do
id reely lik to set on yur lap,...

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I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup boiling sounds in...

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Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies 

Burn oor birches aside the lough, 

Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom, 

Dictating oor days tae come, 

No from the pint o a gun, 

Fae laws an promises ...

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Tak, tak, tak, tak
goes the gun;
in a raid of the dawn.
Ahh, Ahh
screams the child,
into fractured world born.
Shredded:
a body, another life torn.

Rhyming' old news.
So what's so good about today's?
Running from the real blues?
A recession of compassion;
inaction...

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I cant take no more of your lies
I cant take no more of your crap
I cant take no more of all this hurt
I cant take no more (no)
I cant tak no more....

Time and love played...

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Frozen in stone a lion kneels in a sandbox built for four,
Guarding a gate to the galaxy which breathes beneath the floor.

Nearly thirty degrees north and thirty-one east,
On a map should your finger prick,
Shall be...

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