I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very
own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never
could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with
trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms
......
Absent from thee I languish still;
Then ask me not, when I return?
The straying fool 'twill plainly kill
To wish all day, all night to mourn.
Dear! from thine arms then let me fly,
That my fantastic mind may prove
The torments it deserves to try
That tears my fixed heart from my love.
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It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.
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Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1911-1984) was one of the most famous Urdu poets. In fact, his reputation is such that he has been called "the Poet of the East." His name is often spelled Faiz Ahmad Faiz in English. These are my modern English translations of Urdu poems by Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
Last Night
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Last night, your memory stole into my heart—
as spring sweeps uninvited into barren gardens,
......
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
......
It's a long road is life
fellow traveller's of old
of roads that grind
seems to lead to strife.
For what are we after, what do we seek
time becomes rain
seeking a language, further to speak.
What do I need on this journey?
A knowledge to understand
beware of people who play underhand
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I didn't need your voice
to tell me that you love me.
Words can echo without weight,
fall into silence before they reach the heart.
What I needed from you was honesty.
Not promises woven in warmth,
but truth-
even if it came cold and unpolished.
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Steering Into the Storm
Simplifying
doesn’t make America less complex.
Or Great Again.
We are a supercar,
racing full-throttle
on roads paved with contradiction.
Precision tooling.
Satellite-guided comfort.
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END TIMES : ONE
[Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is how it will be at the end of the age…: Matt 13 : 31
I likewise will open my mouth in poems. I will utter dark secrets hidden in closets as Mother Earth transitions into Cosmic Heart. Let all truths be told.]
Her crippled body
hobbled disjointed to
peck my cheek
like Judas it
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i learned english by repeating these three
things:
"is" = a single non white candle flame.
"am" = a mirror speaking to itself the truth"
the truth "is" still a definition.
"are" = a chorus of frogs at midnight.
many candles and many frogs with blue and brown eyes
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