Patriotic Writing Poems

Mind if I tell you, honestly, I’m really not
Into raucous voices and fists raised in anger
Who tear down rather than build up ….
Call me a...

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Who am I, really?  I want to explore my taproot
I am h-o-m-o sapiens, by gender, one of those males
A protestant of the Christian faith,...

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English translations of Arabic poems by Fadwa Tuqan aka "The Poet of Palestine"

Enough for Me
by Fadwa Tuqan 
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Enough for me...

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o my Bangladesh
my darling country
for the thousands drop of blood shedding
you are,
for the razing, destruction, tumult devastation,
you are,
for the thousands drop of tears
you are,
for the...

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Fadwa Tuqan has been called the Grand Dame of Palestinian letters and The Poet of Palestine. These are my translations of Fadwa Tuqan poems originally...

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So, I ran out of sleep medication
a few weeks ago
 and it feels as if 
I have my creativity back. 
Team no sleep. 

My pen...

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I saw you in your poetry ... 
A bunch of orchid baths
in solitary forests
In your writing ... 
The odd scent of water drops 
in the...

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They do not see
The rebel tucked deep inside me
Oh yes
A rebel
They may soon see
Conveniently hidden away
Behind a subtly charmed smile
A charismatic voice of an angel
And...

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Front-line in depth of mortar
Whistling shells and screams of torture
Blood clot gurgles death bell tolls
Hell of pain in body enthrals
Danger rings apprehension stalls...

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we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants...

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Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along...

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What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to...

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Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art, 
To feel how I press thy singing 
Close to my heart? 

Published first at...

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