Long Touch me not Poems

              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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“Whoso List to Hunt” is a famous early English sonnet written by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) in the mid-16th century. 

Whoever Longs to Hunt
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Whoever longs to hunt,...

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Three days after Our Lord died on the Cross
He was placed in the sepulchre
Mary Magdalene came early that day
She said.. They taken our Lord away
Then as Mary stood.. weeping
she wept.. as she looked into the...

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Once i was a prince in your eyes my every wish granted
        even before I could wish it
eevaa peerankal muuvaa maruntu
the hot kuul boiling complaining in the chessman...

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III

Kept out
   kept out he was: muzzled and shut out
from mothering social approval
    and the usual conning courtesies

Kept shut
  Involuting in the hippo-lipped paranoïa
from the darling eyes of his...

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Welcome, Summer
by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather
and driven away her long nights’ frosts.
Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft,
the songbirds...

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Amaryllis splendid beauty, Christmas bells of pride thrill us
Birds of Paradise in flight making its opera debut in its crane plumage crown 
Calla Lilly’s endless white elegance bouquet, a peek-a-boo lavender funnel play 
Daffodils, shoo-in...

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I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world, 
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided, 
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’, 
Jane Austin gave shyness a...

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My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of...

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SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1

Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt")
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;
but as for me, alas!, I may no more.
This...

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for Eric Mottram

           "Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen,
            Dann ist die Erde schön."
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At noon we sat down under a large old oak tree on a wild hillside with masses of rocks,
The day was very warm and I took off my knapsack and rested by the foot of...

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Through whispers that furrow the silence, the cursing horn sounds,
Over plains of shadow the dusk of night descends all around.
Hyperion of night glows with embers beneath lids of silver light,
In silence watches over sparse poplars,...

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He helped himself up to the wind's foremost blow
On a hillock where the moon searched his impecunious pockets,
Waking a flood in his eyes like swelled teats.
He opened wide to receive the Lady, this Endymion cheats,
No...

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Touch has been circulated in these times of touch me not and news only travelling for the battle of

breathing.

Our love could never be expressed in hugs or kissing but a wave with restrictions and levels.

Human...

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Springtime rain brings fresh array 
of flowers east to west.
The Rockies’ red and purple tufts
of mountain pride are best. 
And mats of foliage named moss pink face south to get the sun
while buttercups put forth...

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The Name Game

Understanding human nature can be very complex indeed
Especially when there are people whose names are hard to read
Let me give you some examples to explain what I m talking about
There is no simple...

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Fear, caused by mere inferiority complex, 
Puts, in many relationships, abundant checks;
Like touch-me-not, faces shrink, all at a sudden,
As though, the entire universe, on me, fallen...!

Superiority complex, is a crime great,
That governs me, often, as...

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As touch-me-not shrinks of threats, fear, to our mind, warning brings,
Fear is not always defeatist; it has prophetic rings;
Fear has been, from ancient past, part of human unfolding,
Has been functioning, in mortal growth, like strong...

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My lost tender heart broken, overwhelming.
What will I do now?
How will I go on?
Did she ever really love me?
Why do these same questions keep coming back?
Destiny enfolds as remorseful memories abound,
Taking me deeper into myself,
Until...

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Was dreaming on the edge of time 
Serenity in my lucid  dreaming 
Dancing  along that milky way 
You came along to pull me away

I see your body language seeping 
It's resonating all the...

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Death of a loved one

Fifty-five years! More or less! I did not know, then,
How, to your adieu, o mother, I said Amen;
Later, like the ache of an amputated limb,
Existence, like a gloom-glaring jail cell, grew...

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Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!

The earth and the heavens celebrate springtime-joy, 
Timely...

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My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids.
Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids
Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine
I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human

Truth...

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Feeling lost in twilight schemes through glowing lights of starlit dreams,
raw, my thoughts, like frozen streams, soon melt as mist in iced moonbeams,
and you, your eyes, so grey and grim, yet lips that curl with...

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