Long Wolfish 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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Deor's Lament

(Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem circa the 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland endured the agony of exile:
an indomitable smith wracked by grief.
He suffered countless sorrows;
indeed, such sorrows were his bosom companions
in that frozen...

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Once upon an evolving time
we were a great first nation,
or second nation,
depending on your historical perspective,
but definitely not a third nation
although some cooperative economists
thought we might be competing ourselves
in that over-invested and ego-inflationary direction.

This first...

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Human Sack Gruff Ice Agonizingly Glommed...
Murderously Skewered, And Torturously Zapped

Directv linkedin to accentuate
piddly money crisis, tis zen uneasy fate,
I imagine dragons gyrate
ting, and licking chops, faux masticate
ting, no matter I didst pre
   ...

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I wait—

here I wait
for white magic reverie
to embrace me   free me

here I wait—
an hourglass full
of leopard-print thoughts 
sugar-granular-musings spill
the beginning to the end of a story
the potential   the inevitable
life finite ...

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"50 Words for Poe: Blue Skies"



She was dressed to kill
Hot like a blazing Australian Bushfire
She crackled with heat as she
sashayed through the entrance
like Summer towards him, 
Like she was painted in 
Gold Lame Mesh
Armour tight,...

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III.

He wore a necklace made of dozens of vertebrae,
whether they were human or not, nobody could say.
Rick looked down at the dead man but still showed no fear,
said,”Tell me why we shouldn’t just kill you...

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1. Your few dents don’t join to form a rabble
I am still in growth, talking in babbles
not bad to be a hen and a sparrow
still much needed by me, a straight arrow
from the two sides,...

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My appointment didn't show up today
So I decided to hang out and play
I circled around Ellanor's  Park
wandering about  in the dark
and thinking about the road ahead
The rain has just fell leaving mud 
and...

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"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"

15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for...

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--------------------------------------------There
-----------------------------------------I can see
---------------------------------------An icy figure
------------------------------------Short and plump
---------------------------------Is standing, brooding
-------------------------------Alone, proud and pleased
------------------------------His coaly eyes wink at me
----------------------------His carrot nose stiff in the air
----------------------------His cold cruel gaze upon me
-----------------------------Threatening me with harsh
-------------------------------Freezing breezes of his
-----------------------------------Lungs, his...

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we are at the deepest betrayal 
which began at the breast of soured milk
wolfish is the womb of a religious maternal presents 
suffer unto the 
that child who 
will nerve be free 

for what place...

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being adventurous mammalians
we seek to avoid the repetition of pain
and encounter the repetition of pleasure
which might be why the ones who have everything
take from those who have nothing
just to get a little bit more
in a...

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I did not plan to be a single cell amoeba
or this me, a conglomerate jigsaw of a being
a million times removed from primordial goo.
I was peacefully inanimate at times
endowed only with a little foggy awareness...

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The museum is full of gangs,
child gangs that roam sneering at the 70’s people.
The 70’s people live now in a diorama.
For the most part they are cheerful,
they cut grass with push mowers,
swim in above ground...

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Smoking Hot

Once upon a time there was a little girl
She carried a chipped edged bowl in her hand
Charity had been generous to her riding years
Gifts were ripped, unwanted and unsized clothes
Grandma loved her Red Riding...

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A sharp elbow in my ribs,
Listen,she hissed.
The regular thumping on the back door
Brought me wide awake.
Stealing nervously to the passage window
I squinted out.
There bathed in the moonlit glow
Stood a big Alsatian
Coiled to launch yet another...

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When the moon is full
I show a certain inclination
It’s way worse than PMS
A truly hairy situation

My fur’s soft as silk
I get a bit hirsute
Me and others of my ilk
Are in wolfish pursuit

Ahh – Oooooh –...

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Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts
ripped from black and white movies.
Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun,
one of her hands would refrain from touching her,
the other has been long carried off
by wolfish...

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I have this urge to sway
on street corners in a derelict way,
disheveled, a little drunk,
an impulse to praise Mary,
not the Virgin, but her
less immaculate namesake.

'Hail Mary, full of grace,
Our Lord is with you.'

Perhaps the sound...

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Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts
ripped from black and white movies. 
Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun.
One of her hands will not touch her,
the other has been carried off
by wolfish priests.
The...

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SORROW SPRINGS IN BLACK SAVANNAH
By Immaculata Ortner

Sorrow springs in black savannah
Where nature proved its pride
Silence sting like ancient drone
As dark melody rose 
Winging high in spike like dragon spew
As discomfort swells in black souls
Our top...

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The truth can’t be seen through blinders.
Eyes and ears covered with hatred.
The tongue’s ready-lash sidewinders,
twisting and spinning what’s sacred.

The truth, the fact, reality
masked - the masses bobble their heads.
The illusion of blasphemy
here, when the scripture’s...

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In crowds bigly
And comparatively small 
The Barker 
Shot poisoned grammar arrows 
At apple pie heads 
Crowds roared with baked smiles
At milestones tossed 
Across potomac alters
The Barker 
Injected his virus
With mucus spray; tanned 
With ease, aimed...

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Tears, like raindrops they fall
and I, can't control them at all
I, can't help it or stall
these emotions that call
 
deep, inside of my soul
these, emotions control
feeling, the heart that you stole
dig me, deeper into this...

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