Long Unwept Poems

Dear God!
by Taras Shevchenko
translation by Michael R. Burch

Dear God, disaster again!
Life was once calm, serene...
But as soon as we began to break the chains
Of bondage that enslaved us,
The whip cracked! The serfs' blood flew!
Now, like...

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(Manifesto) 

VIII … stop! - Skid! - Shift knobs, slide gears, vomit numbness, fondle!… the music of 
guillotines!… 

VII … unmannered retching! since everything is a percentage of death in motel prayer-nights 
separated from unholy...

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I carry the immense weight of potential with me.

I carry the knowledge that death exists, and that we are all born to die.

I carry the memory of every nightmare and doubt and sleepless night and...

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Mother's womb panged to be delivered.
A rift awakened, once asleep in roost,
but 4alarm crowing on steeples of burning roofs,
the foundations gone missing, on sabbatical 
crowning of burning man both in and not in the news.

...

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A DREAMERS PLIGHT ON JUDGEMENT DAY

Give solely sovereign sway & Masterdom.
The air nimbly & sweetly recommends itself unto my gentle senses
To commend the ingredients of my poisoned chalice.
But this same thing we desire the most
That...

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O’ to fade! To pass! To rest! To die!
     To ponder, to listen 
                 ...

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I n v i s i b l e threads,
a mystical m i r a g e,
binding the silhouette of the sky
to the
skin of cinnamon sequels
in the deep blue chakra
that sees beyond
illusive clouds,
carrying rainbow roses
and...

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Unspoken Words Unwept Tears
Thoughts locked away and tears that fall no more.

The things tucked away that can no longer reach the surface are things that bring 
such pain one would think they are going to...

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Walked six years, that way,
And watched this new suburb’s trend.
Near Mysore Highway,
Close to Bengaluru’s end.
Three storeys tall, stood,
This awesome tree-spread, so pretty.
Blue blossoms, good wood,
Half acre’s canopy.
‘Neath with sun-warmings,
Faded blue a carpet rose.
Of fallen, dried...

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If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth,
When I believed carelessness was courage and threw words to the wind, not knowing they would wound deeply...

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-another older poem re-posting -sorry!

Dark winds blow in an unwept hollow
Parting the dreary pathway to my abode
A syringe of chills inject my quivering pores,  
A lifeless shutter—the single life near to alone
The space between...

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by Michaelw1two

Inspired from poetic works by Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum

 One’s love possess,
 in truth’s fairness blessed upon such beauties face;
 aglow on promised dream and then,
 heart’s mercy known and given so;
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*~*


          In the house where love had died
               Shadows echo off walls...

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It lingers.
Not on the lips. Lower.
In the fiber of the tongue, 
in the spasming depths of fear,
where words no longer light paths,
but only fester in ancestral silences,
like icons submerged in sacred rubble,
beneath the cracked beams...

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What am I if not an abandoned house, a cathedral of forgotten and old dreams,
Watching others glow with life, like stars caught in crystal jars,
Painted in joy, while I unravel in the silence of dusty...

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Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand

Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina...

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Is there anyone who would hear the dreams I conceive?
Profit, pleasure, protection - ‘tis all they know to love!
They would laugh at my hopes till I doubt what I believe.
They bury me deep so it’s...

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These ragged shards of breath, catching in my lungs with grasping fingers of jagged glass
Howling tormented wolves in my mind, clawing and shredding the last remnants of the last
Desperate attempts to live, temerarious in the...

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Hullo, folks!
Do you hear me?
You didn’t hear me when I was dying.
At least hear me now, when I’m dead and buried.
I am, as you know, Jinesh, 
Buried  here—in this churchyard at Poonthura,
Buried on Sunday—
Like...

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Time changes...
Both people, and things
Both substance, and means
Until nothing... is as it seems.
And... You... Lost... Me...
When promises were unkept
When dreams were unmet
And... I have no tears for the us, 
that I thought we would be
So......

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Oh, Lord, forgive such hubris
as would sum up the quotient
of an immortal soul……

I have…

spared the dandelions,
forgiven the birds,
washed the car,
parked again in the same spot…..
prayed for a different result

consoled a crying child
stifling my tears….
ego’s vain...

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Who now can find lost love,
In a world grown cold and gray?
Hearts once tender, bruised and bare,
Turned to ash in disarray.

Eyes turned to the sky,
Seeking solace in the stars,
But the heavens hold their silence,
Bound by...

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If music were but, mere dreams
What a bitter sorrowful waste this would be
Thus shadows, and to play a note
A meager reminder of a world without hope

Nexus of the heart blacker than grayer
Taste, loveless sapor than...

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As I chant my sisters' creed,
And forge my talisman,
I remember violent lullabies
That I still can't understand.
I say if these wilds could be controlled,
With wants to habilitate,
Than why on Earth would fractured souls
Still thrive to fornicate?
So...

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