Long Unerring Poems

Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like searchlights seeking contact in the distance . . .

Quiescent unions...

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POEMS ABOUT EROS AND CUPID

These are translations of ancient Greek poems about Eros. Eros was the Greek counterpart of the Roman god Cupid. While today we tend to think of Cupid as an angelic cherub...

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It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.

When from my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused,
By sweet breezes that...

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Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.

When comes dazzlingly warm weather, life moves out of doors,
For the gardens we vacated in...

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When Dragon communed with nature, all the pigeons came home with him.
And from our daily feeding of wild birdseed, they decided to take their fill.
Unfortunately, they did discover, they liked it, a little bit, way...

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                 In the vast expanse of 
forgotten time, the now balances on the strings 
of eternity, cryochron-ology 
of the...

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Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch

“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga

Preposterous Eros shot me in
the buttocks, with a Devilish grin,
spent all my money in a rush
then left my heart effete pink mush.


These are poems about Eros, the...

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I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great King Arthur and Lancelot’s well-known fame.
But there was yet another knight, of great glory and great fame, never named.
His name was whispered constantly, everywhere, around those hollowed halls.
For...

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Lock up your daughter's 

Parent type folk's 

Because here I come

I keep telling or trying to convince myself

I am 1 hell of a good looking bloke

Even without a single strand left on my head to...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Urdu poems about life, death, Love, longing, hearts, being captive, strength, cruelty, temper, the sun, darkness, shadows and faith. 

I’m the captive of Love, the Huntress,
otherwise I’d have strength to flee.
—Mirza Ghalib,...

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It was raining like a banshee, or so Grandpa Troll did say.
But Dragon wanted it gone, until after school started one day.
Yes, we needed the rain, for it was dry as dry can surely be.
But...

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Breeze, storm, tempest, tornado, wind,
Typhoon, you are named, yes, whirlwind,
Yet, you have well compressed yourself;
In me, into a gasp, named breathe,
Without which I have a mere death,
Thus commanding terms on myself...

I could hear your voice...

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Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase?
It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
 One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other...

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Nested like treasures priceless, eagle parents watch over the brood
On an island far away from the city, I beheld in a vision of azure blue
A rural settlement in waste laying, arid with black bile
A desolate,...

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Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists

When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,'...

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I am bigger I see it every night every day
Either arrogance, or manifest, physic-ally

I am now faster, my mind darts quick, alights
On new theories I rest, dendrites oh so bright

I am so much stronger, felt...

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Friday Night Check-ins


The days have been calm and collected.
The guests have been happy, content.
The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel
To avoid the upcoming event.

Weekend receptionists tremble
As the Friday night check-ins approach,
Fearing the tsunami of...

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Mortal men immortal grieving, and candles dim
That gave tears rainbow in their light
The heart presses down still overflows the brim
Beyond all sorrow there's only night.
For we conscious live unconscious in our heart
In silk cocoons of...

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When I look at you, captive of my heart,
I ask myself, what do I feel? What do I see?
What loveliness is this before me?
I try to express it, to trap it in words, but time...

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A place of sorrow that brings such comfort,
One of death yet cherished by the living,
The lines of tombs and ancient burials mean naught,
Compared to the hidden glories beneath the covering,
Tree of stately age and unerring...

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Where does perception lie,first,in the mind?
The eye of your eye or a trick of some kind?
Is every perception unique as it is new?
The "Eye of the Beholder",is that the truth?
We perceive what that is,is that...

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I must say a bewildered chill ran down my back
When I learned the gigantic billions you throw to charity,
A big heart that only the heavens could endow,
That resonates with a compassion for those in depravity
And...

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Crimson baron,
the scarlet fumes from your tale pipe
paints the sky 
with steel blue dye

Duke of the corporeal death plane,
your splatter reign
brings a barrel of spitfire pain

As you hide in the cadaver clouds,
waiting to vulture dive...

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Said a Cod to a wise old Eel,
I would like to know how you feel?
Though people snack on dips,
Lots more eat fish and chips.
They say it has great meal appeal!

Said the Eel to the wise...

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We are so pleased to see you, Humans are nice
You are such easy targets, now here’s some advice
If you ever get 'Bombed' on your Jacket or Tie
Look UP to find out who scored that Bulls...

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