Snow Poverty Poems

 

The snowflakes fall and it is cold,
and the bright Christmas lights flicker;
the beauty outside I behold,
as the snow falls colder, thicker.

Walking I gaze at...

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On the poor side of the city,
there’s an innocent child crying.
The rats and roaches are crawling,
on the bed where he lies dying.

There’s a family of...

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I give my all ,  when I write these words , your probably sitting back , thinking this guy's, really had the nerve ,...

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I can breathe when I go to your parlor
Through your smile, verbose speech,
Snow white teeth, fleshy skin, sweating 
I can breathe thoroughly, coz love sheer

I...

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He'll leave the baubles in the loft this year;
he so dislikes those sparkly plastic trees,
and real ones these days are far too dear.
The cost of...

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As kids growing up in the hills of West Virginia,
We were poor, but no one was any better off.
Halloween was a time we looked forward...

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Monochrome winds fantail snowdrifts.
Fleck-churned sparks maw feathery flights
and a howling backdraft
spikes matted fur.
Pawing winds spring traps clenched,
injurious icicled haunches hollowed.
A smothering whiteness whistles

through yellow teeth,...

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The ground is hard 
from last night's snow
all creation has frozen, 
slick ice from a day of infernal sun

Twilight has bled away to pitch-black onyx...

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DILAPIDATED GLOBE


A weary pneuma bleeds
Tears of the miserable
The poverty-stricken tumbledown
The opulence shows gusto.

At the sight of the indigent
But very penurious in helping...
They live in safety...

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Weaving, stumbling from one job to another
  His roadmap reeks of discontinuity
And that is why his home's a cardboard box
  He's squandered each...

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Here We Shall Remain
by Tawfiq Zayyad
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Like twenty impossibilities
in Lydda, Ramla and Galilee ...
here we shall remain.

Like brick walls braced against...

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Disposable heroes
The modern virus
and the remorseless eye of the camera
have become the dancers
and the stage
of the mad theatre that hides 
behind our fears.
Did I say...

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Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch 

(dedicated to my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch Sr.)

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually,...

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Autumn leaves drifting
while snow parades through
	                  thoughts –...

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Someone asked Buddha "Are you god or human?"
 Buddha replied , "I dont know, but while the world was sleeping I woke up"
 I tried...

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