Viii Poems

A Triad of Tanka VIII: At October's End

Calm, coy October

Brings forth melancholy days,

The emptied branches...

And all harvests put away

Before warm mists leave the fields.
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Tumultuous Fall,

After spectacular blaze

At Octobers end,

Stripped of all her finery

Rejoices in rude nakedness.
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Where more mellowness

Or more agreeable days

Than when October's

Sparkling and mosaic beams 

Spilling over branch and bough.
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Lights on the river VIII

Quicksilver tendrils
inlaid rivulets flow through
the inky blackness

Flower Chide VIII, Listening Leaf

Beneath the Nefaryes timeless, tangled roots.
where dreamscents rot and anger hoots,
Pokenose stirs with a spore-slick grin
not to charm, but to drag you in.

"You reek of want without refrain,
of wounds that swell instead of wane"
said Rose with petals dull and bare.
"Your scent is grief stripped of despair.”
“Desire without end is blight,” she sighed,
"A bloom that feeds

Love VIII

    the loved moonbeams dwell..
           in the etched, fragile meadow
          sun always whispers...          

Conquered, Part VIII

His head slumped low and he looked like a most unhappy man,
said, “My peoples’ laws forbid it, both of us would be hanged.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “I’ not talking laws of this earth,
I know that your masters think me of very little worth.
To all those outside of this keep, I’m just a hired

Banned Book Club VIII -Psychedelia studies

To be truly, fully present
Of consciousness and
answering why we are here,
These studies are a promising field of research
Yet by powerful backlash
research has halted
For severe depression and PTSD
Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin
Derived from mushrooms
It lowers stress and doesn’t
cause hallucinations
Follow up studies show dramatic improvement
of conditions not previously responsive
to conventional medications and therapies
This chemical is still widely

Rest In Peace, Mom - Part VIII

It was twelve years ago today when I found you dead.
I knew you had died because you were lying lifeless on that hospital bed.
I bought you a card and a toy easter bunny that were buried with you.
If somebody ever says that you meant nothing to me, it won't be true.
When I prayed for your

Igor needs a bigger lab VIII

Zelenskyy speaks with fortitude
A thing Vance and Trump find so rude
Now see what happens
With Europe’s factions
And how far mad Vlad will intrude

Unspoken Affections: Part-VIII

i meet you in my dreams but
the fear of desertion continue to exist
emotions in my dream seem far more stronger 
in reality too both our faces looks so gray
i can’t even console you in your grief
i don’t want you to know about how i feel
It’s supposed to be a love affair meant to die
either in

Medieval Poetry Translations VIII by Michael R Burch

These are English translations of Medieval poems written in Old English.



The Battle of Maldon
anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 991 AD or later
translation by Michael R. Burch
 
…would be broken.

Then he bade each warrior unbridle his horse,
set it free, drive it away and advance onward afoot,
intent on deeds of arms and dauntless courage.

It was then that

King Henry VIII translation by Michael R Burch

Love ever green
attributed to King Henry VIII
translation by Michael R. Burch

If Henry VIII wrote the poem, he didn’t quite live up to it! – MRB

Green groweth the holly,
so doth the ivy.
Though winter’s blasts blow never so high,
green groweth the holly.

As the holly groweth green
and never changeth hue,
so am I, and ever have been,
unto my lady

Sappho Translations VIII

Sappho Translations VIII by Michael R. Burch


Sappho, fragment 68
translation by Michael R. Burch

That was then, this is now!
In those days my maidenhead was in full bloom,
then you …


Sappho, fragment 135
translation by Michael R. Burch

Golden Persuasion, Aphrodite's daughter,
how you deceive mortals!


Sappho, fragment 88
translation by Michael R. Burch

Why, Procne,
delicate swallow, daughter of Pandion,
why do you weary me

Ladies From Shanghai VIII

Lady beh-Ind
said out s-Ide Where'd,
you f-Ind it! Well?d.

My Baby Doll - Part VIII

It was a day that every pet owner has to face.
You died four years ago and it was a disgrace.
Since you died, I've lost more dogs than you.
My heart was broken last year when I lost two.
Just one year ago today, I had three dogs but now I only have one.
When it came to losing

Arabique VIII

"Esfah awi ya maaly el basha." I playfully begged.
"It's okay." He breathed on my neck as he spanked one of my soft thighs.
Kept pleading my apology while taking it all in.

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