Long Tines Poems

THIS WORLD OF DEW

This world? 
Moonlit dew
flicked from a crane's bill.
—Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Seventy-one?
How long
can a dewdrop last? 
—Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Dewdrops beading grass-blades
die before...

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The Song of Amergin: Modern English Translations

The Song of Amergin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I am the sea breeze
I am the ocean wave
I am the surf's thunder
I am the stag of the seven tines
I am...

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Joulupukki awoke early the next morning and hurriedly dressed.  His intention was to catch DynDoeth before the crowds started gathering in the eating hall.  He had but one question for him that he...

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Time echoes and resonates 
without language,
successfully invests 
in green ecstatic backdrop,
below misty blue sky

Spotted and splashed Earth space,
blossomed in round yellows and spindling purples
soft blues and flaming orange

Fragile
naked moments of fully fertile tone
bilateral shapes and...

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Call me little miss Dorothy from the wizard of Oz fame, for today I’m
Clicking my ruby red shoes, on the golden bricks on the sunshine path,
Ain’t no wicked old witch going to slow me down,...

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Three Ice-Dragons of Zaath, are faring South,
They strip the landscape barren of all Love.
Each holds a lifeless Champion in its mouth,
Each imitates the wolf, and mocks the Dove…

Beware their icy maws, their shepherds’ clothing,
For they...

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1 Samuel 5:8-  part seven God's judgment upon the Philistines and Dagon, their
false god, for their oppression of Israel continued.

So they moved the ark of the God of Israel.  But after they had...

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Gordon Robertson of CBN's 700 Club posed a rhetorical question. "Does stuff like this really belong in a free country? The answer to his question is no of course. What do liberal and conservation parents...

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DRACULA AND THE DINNER GUEST

Here lie all parts of my retelling of Dracula, originally written by Bram Stoker. I have never read the book but was drawn into the synopsis that included my favorite dinner,...

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The Writers Tail liaT sretirW ehT
by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, November 28, 2012 at 12:22pm ·
The Writers Tail
the poor writer can not post a poem anywhere to be recognized himself as a poet unless...

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The old man had finished raiding the garbage cans outside Tines' store,
A few crusts of bread and a bit of sausage, his belly screamed for more,
Walking away he shivered, as he hid the book from...

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I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to...

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The drum, the drum, the Druid in the East
The daylight shattering the glass of night
Behold the mead and cake that form the feast
Behold the glorious blessing of the light


The blazing gorse flames yellow on the...

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'Whiskers'! That's who we called him and he passed through once a year
with his swag and billy; this time with a 'heeler' dog close near.
Our 'oldies' always said when 'Whiskers' camped beside the creek,
to keep...

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Ghillie Dhu.
Forests lie deep and dark with never ending looping paths,
Known only to those who dwell within and live their lives 
In undergrowth and leaf litter fallen from tree tops high,
Like a carpet of leaf...

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It's because of the bacon.

Yeah, it looks good on the menu, sitting there at the rim of the plate. Glistening. Archetypally ridged and ruffled. Positioned perfectly next to the eggs over easy, the pancakes, buxom...

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She sewed all day and she sewed all night then gave her daughter a red cape, some bread and a brave warning,  "Grandma needs you so remember, don't dilly dally in the forest Ruby....

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There will comes tines in our life when we think that things will not get any better for us.  But we can't never give up or give in. We must stay strong and keep...

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It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines.
    It lay, distraught, in silence on the road.
He came around the curve, saw it too late to swerve;
  ...

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Be wild me
tighter than air in a balloon….are we?
O2 squeezed between the lines and the coded dots n dashes
We vibrate like the long metal fingers of every rake …on earth
Dirt- grated
….the sound of the pebble...

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Memories of whip-lashing words 
steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil
my soul a weeping blistered sore  
my heart a gangrene amputee 
pus-green-memories rupture to plague me 
infection still oozes from core’s moaning...

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A pretty lawn tractor fell in love with a tiller,
A romance that was doomed from the start.
Because her ancestors were all Briggs & Stratton,
While the tiller is proudly Tecumseh at heart.
    ...

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It was some hours of purgatory,
Self imposed, but all the same,
He thought of it as purgatory as
He listened to them declaim 
Their long strings of words with
No apparent rhyme or reason,
As if joy and happiness...

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The gun seems gun-shy in this space;
where deer hides hang on rustic walls
and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead
of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun

 a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, 
 a loud-mouth predator at rest,
 this motherless,...

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The pages of poetry and prose,
So carefully and considerately composed.
A response to the voice inside of me that 
Whispers in a manner incoherent.

I am listening, because there is not much else to be.
I can guarantee...

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