Long Transcribe Poems

Basil the Bogomil and his good friends were preaching the truth in all its light, about Jesus Christ’s mercy in the world’s pitch darkness. Though they harmed no man or creature, asking for no riches,...

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#IN THE ELEVENTH MONTH, ON THE ELEVENTH DAY, I WAS BLESSED TO AWAKE AND HONOR "A SPECIAL ANGEL" ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN HER 81st. BIRTHDAY.
THIS IS THE SUNNIEST BRIGHTEST GRANDEST
DAY, GIFTED SO SWEETLY**I WISH...

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SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN updated *****

Innocuous, yet unhealthy threat looms across
(air/radio) telecommunications devices
where smart electronic devices enthrall
and decree they co-opt role bing boss
linkedin with plenti networks that criss cross
even primitive computers utilizing...

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In a world where I do not exist,  
stars will still glow like sequins of lilac.  

Nightingales would serenade hope,  
fields of fickleness would fade,  
unfolding grains of gold in bloom,...

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I escaped to the mountains to learn more about myself; I escaped to the mountains to find comfort among the trees and absorb fresh air from the atmosphere but when I got there and stood...

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“The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind” Kahlil Gibran.  

I remember being lost, 
...

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Every time it feels as if I am going somewhere it turns out that I am not going anywhere, every time I plan to go somewhere, you change into another gear. I sort of understand...

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Ninety-Three Daughters of Israel
a Holocaust poem by Chaya Feldman
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We washed our bodies
and cleansed ourselves;
we purified our souls
and became clean.

Death does not terrify us;
we are ready to confront him.

While alive we...

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Interpretivity is a measure of a person’s rate of understanding. A person’s rate of
interpretation shows the individual’s ability to unlock, identify, simplify, solve,
measure accurately, try to understand, restore, think, re-think, unveil, transcribe,
translate and hence it...

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>>1111>>Knocking on your dreams door<<1111<<

I write for the listeners, I invite poetic winners winning,
  Yeah, an Illmatic stunner here to stun, start running, 
    My dramatic art hitting the bulls eye...

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Dear Budding Poet,

Modern poetry to me is the reflection of the chaos and
declining intolerance of modern times. It expresses the pent-up 
emotions writhing in complexity trying to embrace our beautiful lives.

I know you’re a budding...

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Innocuous, yet unhealthy threat looms across
(air/radio) telecommunications devices
linkedin with plenti networks that criss cross
even primitive computers utilizing DOS

by George, which archaic code
once powered Mill on the Floss,
now...

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Become my air,
pursuing my scent 
  in sweet fragrant  fields,
where devouring tastes 
   of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend 
    in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the 
     tones...

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Fallen



Dear Friend

It is always hard, knowing where or how to begin
you are so far away
and words cannot replace your faces
I miss you with these words
they do not replace your talk back
those expression you make when...

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** The Soul’s Longing Wish to Write Its poetry **

The poems sleep 
Together in a wreath of curled words, 
Poised awaiting, allied, all set to  affect
Their impact
Summoned
From the depths of a restless wish to...

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How can I feel and almost touch something we never had?
A moment shared but not, lost somewhere a long way from where it started,
where it didn’t begin.
But I can paint a picture of it, transcribe...

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REMEMBER  MY  VICTORY.
On  this  tattered  mat  I  yarn,
Bitten  up  my  rusty  thumb,
Reviewing  all  have  lost  to  dust.
This  sophisticated...

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high white clouds ride the sky
	beneath bright arching blue
bitter cold wind blowing through
	to my flesh and cloth to thin

silence echoes in wondering mind
	seeking fleeing thoughts lost within
rustling foots falls dimly are heard
	of all the things...

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—– My life at seventy-three, amazing, yet there are times when its blue. In context, a haibun is of the now, not the future, or past. Oh, references can be made, in context, to ether,...

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My life at seventy-two, amazing, yet there are times when its blue. In context, a haibun is of the now, not the future, or past. Oh, references can be made, in context, to ether, with...

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December
knows the speech
to transcribe double-edged thoughts,
dried between cognitive spaces
of comets tattooed
with razor-sharp ink~
infused with cinnamon and clover,
emanating toxic perfume
of decadent desires~
as our love was an ice-storm~
beautiful, fleeting, destructive,
and promises we made are
like petulant paper-dolls,
misplaced in...

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It was a week before Christmas
He knew many kids were about to receive presents
Didn’t care too much for Sing-Alongs 
Rather obsessed about Mr. Benjamin,
And his flock of Dead Presidents,
Living among the outcasts
Most couldn’t grasp how...

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I Will Smile

I smile, to dispense out the rage in my soggy heart!
Most folks smile, if they're dwelling in cloud nine.
I will smile, when I get that kiss from my child hood crush,
Like Bow Wow...

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There are crafts of countless drafts on this blank page,
Accounts of my days of happiness or rage are on this blank page,
hinted goals and affirmations are blueprinted on this blank page,
look and you shall find...

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I needed help in figuring out who this heart is really for…..
Feelings arrive leaving me feeling silly at times, though much too often
it passes…..daring never to lift my spirits again for that special feeling.
Joy has...

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