Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed
......
sedfgsfvs
Continue reading
WHAT need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone?
For men were born to pray and save:
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
......
yu
Continue reading
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went,
For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent;
And you curse the trams and buses and the turmoil and the push,
Though you know the squalid city needn't keep you from the bush;
But we lately heard you singing of the 'plains where shade is not',
And you mentioned it was dusty -- 'all was dry and all was hot'.
True, the bush 'hath moods and changes' -- and the bushman hath 'em, too,
For he's not a poet's dummy -- he's a man, the same as you;
But his back is growing rounder -- slaving for the absentee --
......
Mere saath zindagi jiyogi toh batao,
Mujhe yaad karke sharmaogi toh batao,
Mere saath chai piyogi toh batao,
Mere zakhmon pe marham lagogi toh batao,
mere naam ki mehendi rachaogi toh batao,
mere naam ka sindoor sajogi toh batao,
Mere saath jeene marne ki kashmein khaogi toh btao ,
Har mod pe saath nibhaogi toh btao?
Main sochta hoon baar-baar,
Kya tum mera haath thaamogi har baar?
......
No foreign star, no northern cloud,
Could shadow the threads we have independently weaved.
Time clenches today, weaving a mosaic of untold glories,
Forever to reminisce when it fades into yesterday.*
We billowed as kindred spirits,
Minds alike, gaze locked,
Counting grains in time's shifting hourglass.
Our vision darts to words spilling from our lips—
......
In harbor's glow,she stands so tall,
a beacon of hope,welcoming all
With torch held high and crown of stars,
she whispers dreams from near and far.
Through storms and trails,steadfast and free,
a symbol of strength and liberty
In her shadow,new lives begin,
a promise of hope for all within.
"Safe Harbor" is a poem I wrote for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts, who was the founder and first editor of the literary journal Romantics Quarterly.
Safe Harbor
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin N. Roberts
The sea at night seems
......
Whole atmosphere is
Magnetic
Environment is
Full of magic
I am overwhelmed by yellowish
In yellow
The whole creation is
Watching your feat
......