Long Unaccountable Poems

Medieval Poems



Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland knew the agony of exile.
That indomitable smith was wracked by grief.
He endured countless troubles:
sorrows were his only companions
in his frozen...

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As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in shambles, gaze upon the...

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Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing beard,
ah...don't remind me,
those well worn faux paws

of each dear deer...

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I was friends with a selfish liar 
pathological habit of desire 
lying when there was no reason 
low on friends he chose treason 

A football team our social scene 
players, friends & every family 
including...

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"The Wife's Lament" or "The Wife's Complaint" is an Old English/Anglo Saxon poem found in the Exeter Book, which has been dated to 960-990 AD, making it the oldest English poetry anthology. "The Wife's Lament"...

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Silver lining sought amidst coronavirus COVID-19 onslaught

Two hundred and forty six plus months
into twenty first century celeb
and anonymous folks alike
gripped courtesy pestilence re: deb
buckle fishtailed, looped, roughed up...
wreaks/wrought havoc across world wide web.

As a secular...

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Man and animals collectively are known as creatures: 
Overindulgence of sleeping, eating and sex amounts to animals 
Man's thinking and reasoning make Man's features 
Complexities are Man's qualities, awesome and phenomenal. 


Mankind we adore............. 



Enlightenment...

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Part One

Now as I account for myself
I know the fight is over
   You made me feel if I was worth saving
I was worth having
And I knew as the man flattered to grow
 ...

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The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.

'Tis to...

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To presume to write to someone about courage
and not complaining, don't importune or make dying people cry.
I've always said Leave me alone with autumn.
Don't stand around my bed, I won't be in it.

Over 7 years...

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I believe that writing is like spilling blood out of the carotid
Onto a canvas of sponge
This sponge can never be satiated
It takes generations and trillions of miles of neurons
Just to make a stain
My marrow is...

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I can’t help but notice Remain think Leave want to roll back the clock 
as if we could again rule the waves with a million ships in the dock 
they say we dream of an...

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So many of them abound
They make for a burdensome crown
Worn by a government needing to be overthrown
Is it time to kick all these bureaucrats
Out of town?

The mangling of democracy by quangos
Is the new autocracy
A daily...

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MY SIBLINGS' FATHER
         JUDGE BURDON 


other children feared monsters under their bed
i feared the one living under our roof.
his hair was nimbus black 
with a storm's thunder...

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Deja vu   

Always without expectation,  some instinct prevails,
opening with uncanny coincidence.... 
Ambiguous recollections... earmarking telltale, immediate recognition

Overshadowing reality, ... unleashing mysterious awareness
What explains the intriguing familiarity, obscuring conventional understanding?
With a tangible energy...

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Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Killing for...

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Occasionally, I arouse an unaccountable dislike
Even from those who love me
I don't give any reasons, none at all.
Maybe that's a reason.
But then why don't I dislike them?
I have no desire for perfection at all
It might...

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Going against his own promises, Donald Trump's administration deported the first DREAMer we know of—someone with the legal right to live, work, and study in the United States under the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals...

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"kamikaze"

Isn’t it odd 
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter  

you watch me 

like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves

the others will state their absolute...

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No one is completely good 
                            even a...

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have a special friend---
a third party between themselves &
any conversation or action,
who resides in the sky.

have a special friend---
who they can read about in
books of fiction written by others who
needed that special friend in order...

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FLOWER IN THE POT

Young girls,
When God made thee
He made thee with the richest soil of the earth
Where the remnant were found in the Eden 
He now planted a glorious flower in a flower pot
To dame...

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All this while things will be better
That is what we heard from our forefathers
Exactly from our elders
In our turn, the same thing on the button
When will we stop this affliction?
Africa cessation power from the
White to...

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Words are beads O poet, in your rosary, for counting tears
Who else can but you to make strings of clouddrops of tears?


Promises are fulfilled, days departed, my eyes dried like parchment
Caravans move on, the desert...

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Expressions of my concerns for you, pulling you close to me but despite that you continue
to sleep on me from your journey of the unaccountable. A road to seek your individuality you often express, We...

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