Long Touch me not Poems

III.
Then he did say; 
"And all of the power
of all of the prayers
of all of the dreams
of all of the people
who suffered and died that forgotten day,
are now contained in the very sword you carry
at...

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              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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The Night The Ravishing Vampire Came To Feast

She came with the wind dark as night.
Cried for love, in the bitter dust,
Her sadden pleas brought a strange must;
That solemn moment earth shone bright.
Her aura soaked into...

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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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Imagine every life we touch
could leave a trace of light
illuminating human souls 
and shared by both alike
pairs of perfect pixels 
locked in memories to shine
gathered for the golden years 
to reminisce with time

Imagine every pixel...

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The Meaning Of A friend

His old hands were cracked, weathered, and worn.
   His clothes were so ragged, filthy, and torn.
His old grey hair was unkempt, and in bad need of a comb.
 ...

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SUNDAY AFTERNOONS
By Curtis Johnson

Mom had a sister not far away, and dad had three sisters,                    ...

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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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All who knew him, knew him well
With strangers he got along
Neighbors and anyone who rang the bell
No matter your views right or wrong

Asking, ‘How do you know god exists?’
Demanding others to show proof 
But for...

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By Ezar

Thank you father for my youngest son  I have made mistakes with my other children 
so I try not to make the same mistakes with this one 
Father give me the wisdom and...

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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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Be still, can you hear the drum, the drum
Hear it beat like a heart in the heavy night
Hold on to your soul, for the dead are come
To look to the living for light

Ashes and sulphur,...

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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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WALKING NEAR THE WATERS


Under  the  warm  golden  hug  of sunrise’s bliss
shielded  by  rugged ridges  and flagging  trees
emerged a peaceful scene.

Through   the   clear,...

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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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