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Ghost

By Michael Parker


The winter storm has settled above me like a dark continent, 
aubergine and gray, and has eaten the moon and her children.  

The oracles, because of this, are choked and diminished.
The house of the hush and hush is set askew; and 

the portals stationed in the mirrors and dark tapestries on the

When Peace Became a Memory

By Tanvir Mostafa 

Where are our those days, where is our lost society?
What we behold right now—is it the proper system of community?
Does goodness prevail or exist in the mid of us really?
We find soundness of reason and justice only occasionally.
Many a poet says the world is the right place for love and peace,
But perhaps

A Poem for a Year's Ending

By Michael Parker

Days have flown quickly by like fearsome comets. 
Here then gone; here then gone. 

My hair is colored moonlight. 
My bones are brittle as the limbs 
of the trees cracking 
from the touch of winter’s deepening freeze.  

If I could disclose a secret, it is 
suffering has visited me like an old

Love as a Chagall

By Michael Parker
…when art and love are of one stuff.  
	– “The Poem Unheard” by Amanda Hall


Love is like a Chagall—
the bride and groom floating
high above Paris
the blue of the sky holding them
aloft with unadulterated joy.

Men with faces of animals
play violins and flutes
and a vision of a young couple
a child standing upon the mother’s

At the End of the Street Lies the Sky

By Michael Parker

At the end of the street lies the sky
dressed in the purple magician's robe
of eventide and the winter storm.

Tonight, she sculpts stairs of ice and
snow. She casts spells upon the laden
earth and the dying man can hear
her invitations in the blizzard, 
in dreams that are like all other dreams
except more sound, deep, and

Knight of Wands

By Michael Parker
October nineteenth. two-hundred-ninety-third day of the year. It’s Mercurii, and the waning Hunter moon sits by Orion’s stretched thigh. Hydra lifts her head out of its eastern hole (there, next to Orion’s foot), wanting to devour the cadmium-hued moon.


What explains our struggles’ centrality?

At night, we sit by the window waiting for our suffering

Original Haiku 2 by Michael R Burch

Original Haiku by Michael R. Burch

Keywords/Tags: haiku, original, sky, breath, existence, night, dark, darkness, leaf, autumn, fall, leaves, universe, beauty, loneliness, night, stars, moon

should the sky fall,
let my last breath
praise Your existence
—Michael R. Burch

It ever was night,
yet in the darkness I found you,
shining, bright.
—Michael R. Burch

a last leaf
clinging to life
declines to fall...
—Michael R. Burch

the Universe,
dazzled

Original Haiku 1 by Michael R Burch

Original Haiku by Michael R. Burch

Keywords/Tags: winter, love, dream, kindness, sun, sea, leaf, leaves, autumn, spring, life, poets, words, stars, moon, war

Such a frigid winter day,
our words
also icy
—Michael R. Burch

Her love,
sheer and ***** as gossamer,
did not adhere...
—Michael R. Burch

I dream of love
as bankers dream
of repossessing Ferraris.
—Michael R. Burch

The hummingbird fans an iris:
myriad acts of kindness
go

Michael, My Brother

Your smile is like the moon all silver lined,
I wanted to be by you, time after time.
Your love for sports was quite unreal,
But you never gave up that rid and reel.

Your humour was loved, loved by us all,
But your laugh was the best, best of it all.
I watched when you became a man and you

Jacko - Michael Jackson - 1958-2009

Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in

Ode To Michael Parks

Only a few
make a pact
with the wind

Only a few
know the joy
there within

Free of the shadow
that follows
and stalks

Escaping
tomorrow
in moments recaught

Horizons lie waiting
as pilgrims
embark

Voices like magnets
pull light
from the dark

Only a few
hear the music
on high

Through handlebar
portals
— embraced by the sky

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

Waldere modern English translation by Michael R Burch

WALDERE: MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATION

“Waldere” is an ancient Old English (i.e., Anglo-Saxon) poem that recounts the exploits of Walter of Aquitaine, a legendary king of the Visigoths. In the poem Waldere and Hildeguth or Hildegyth flee the court of Attila the Hun, where they were being held hostage, for Aquitaine. The poem mentions names that appear

King Alfred the Great modern English translations by Michael R Burch

KING ALFRED THE GREAT MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

King Alfred the Great (circa 849-899) was the first English king to be a notable scholar, poet and translator. Alfred has been credited with translating Latin works of Boethius into Old English (i.e., Anglo-Saxon English), although it is not known if he did the translations himself, assisted, or just

Alfred the Great modern English translations by Michael R Burch

KING ALFRED THE GREAT MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

King Alfred the Great (c. 849-899), arguably the first great king of England,  may have done more to lay the groundwork for English literacy and literature than any other English monarch. And he was quite the scholar himself, although there is no consensus that the following translations were

The Late Michael Alldredge

He guest-starred on "The Jeffersons" and "Serpico".
He also guest-starred on "The Bob Newhart Show".
He starred in "The Sting II", "Iron Eagle" and other flicks.
This very talented man died at the young age of fifty-six.
He guest-starred on "The Dukes Of Hazzard" and "Archie Bunker's Place".
Lung cancer ended his life too soon and he was a credit

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