"keywords" poems
Shema (“Listen”)
by Primo Levi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
You who live secure
in your comfortable homes,
who return each evening to find
warm food and a hearty welcome ...
Consider: is this a “man”
who slogs through mud,
who has never known peace,
who fights for scraps of bread,
who lives at another man's whim,
who at his "yes" or "no" lies dead.
Consider: is this a “woman”
shorn bald and bereft of a name
because she lacks the strength to remember,
her eyes as void and her womb as frigid
as a winter frog's?
Consider that such horrors have indeed been!
I commend these words to you.
Engrave them in your hearts
when you lounge in your beds
and again when you rise,
when you venture outside.
Rehearse them to your children,
or may your houses softly crumble
and disease render you equally as humble
so that even your offspring avert their eyes.
Primo Michele Levi (1919-1987) was an Italian Jewish chemist, writer and Holocaust survivor. He was the author of two novels and several collections of short stories, essays, and poems, but is best known for If This Is a Man, his account of the year he spent as a prisoner in the Auschwitz concentration camp in Nazi-occupied Poland. It has been described as one of the best books by one of the most important writers of the twentieth century. His unique work The Periodic Table was shortlisted as one of the greatest scientific books ever written, by the Royal Institution of Great Britain. Levi's autobiographical book about his liberation from Auschwitz, The Truce, became a movie with the same name in 1997. Keywords: Holocaust, poem, Italian, translation, man, mud, woman, bald, nameless, houses, homes, bread, eyes, womb, empty, void, frigid, lifeless, horror, horrors, hearts, write, etch, engrave, inscribe, children, offspring, disease, avert, reject
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
Solicitation
by Michael R. Burch
He comes to me out of the shadows, acknowledging
my presence with a tip of his hat, always the gentleman,
and his eyes are on my eyes like a snake’s on a bird’s—
quizzical, mesmerizing.
He ***** his head as though something he heard intrigues him
(though I hear nothing) and he smiles, amusing himself at my expense;
his words are full of desire and loathing, and though I hear,
he says nothing that I understand.
The moon shines—maniacal, queer—as he takes my hand and whispers
Our time has come . . . and so we stroll together along the docks
where the sea sends things that wriggle and crawl
scurrying under rocks and boards.
Moonlight in great floods washes his pale face as he stares unseeing
into my eyes. He sighs, and the sound crawls slithering down my spine,
and my blood seems to pause at his touch as he caresses my face.
He unfastens my dress till the white lace shows, and my neck is bared.
His teeth are long, yellow and hard. His face is bearded and haggard.
A wolf howls in the distance. There are no wolves in New York. I gasp.
My blood is a trickle his wet tongue embraces. My heart races madly.
He likes it like that.
Published by Dowton Abbey, Aesthetically Pleasing Vampires, Into the Unknown, Since Halloween is Coming, and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords: vampire, werewolf, supernatural, New York, gentleman, blood, neck, teeth, canines, wolves, desire, loathing, moon, snake, bird, mesmerizing, reptilian
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
Banti (ban-tee)
Such a odd name
But the name I called him
Him.
My beloved grandfather
The man who pushed me to do my best but without the pressure
The man who was always there
The man who put family above anything else
The man who was the easiest person to talk to
My grandfather
Gone.
Leaving behind the people who needed him
Leaving behind his family
Leaving behind the pain that he had to push through
Selfish.
Selfish is what I am
He was in pain and sick
He had a whistle because he couldn't get up
This whistle is all I have left
He made his mark
A great mark
A mark that will forever stay with everyone that knew him
A mark that left his dog depressed for days without eating
A mark that left many crying for days
Gone.
Whistle.
Mark.
Keywords that tell his story in my words.
His story.
My words.
Banti
My grandfather…..
“He loved his family above all else.” (quote from his obituary)
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
This Dog
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Each morning this dog,
who has become quite attached to me,
sits silently at my feet
until, gently caressing his head,
I acknowledge his company.
This simple recognition gives my companion such joy
he shudders with sheer delight.
Among all languageless creatures
he alone has seen through man entire—
has seen beyond what is good or bad in him
to such a depth he can lay down his life
for the sake of love alone.
Now it is he who shows me the way
through this unfathomable world throbbing with life.
When I see his deep devotion,
his offer of his whole being,
I fail to comprehend ...
How, through sheer instinct,
has he discovered whatever it is that he knows?
With his anxious piteous looks
he cannot communicate his understanding
and yet somehow has succeeded in conveying to me
out of the entire creation
the true loveworthiness of man.
“This Dog” appeared in the poetry collection Arogya by Rabindranath Tagore. Keywords: Tagore, translation, dog, feet, head, caress, caressing, joy, delight, devotion, friendship, companion, companionship, whole, being, entire, instinct, loveworthiness, mrburdu
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
What is this
compulsion
to observe
the obscene
Obscure cannibal cases
clouding my search history
Torture **** new keywords
clicking through the red rush
its over and over
what am I searching for
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Survivors
by Michael R. Burch
(for the victims and survivors of 9/11 and their families)
In truth, we do not feel the horror
of the survivors,
but what passes for horror:
a shiver of “empathy.”
We too are “survivors,”
if to survive is to snap back
from the sight of death
like a turtle retracting its neck.
Published by The HyperTexts, Gostinaya (Russia), Ulita (Russia), Promosaik(Germany), The Night Genre Project and Muddy Chevy; also turned into a YouTube video by Lillian Y. Wong. Keywords: survivors, victims, families, 911, 9/11, terrorist, attack, terrorism, empathy, sympathy, truth, horror, death, survive, survival
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
in the penguins luck the furnace begins
at reprograming the news. Picture frames on 2 x 4s , three
photographs and glass bottles in the most decadent of matrimonies.
Three-hundred million dollars.
And the race riots show 'em who'll take the dampit from the mound of
Soot stained elements, canvas, trash bags, electric guitar riffs, giraffes, bingo, the drip-drop on the drop cloth. Easing into the new processor.
She who settles the wages of crickets with ether and single-barrel vanilla buckshot and maple. Incisors and cynical stereotypecastes and the shadows of the other mugged and loose canonical charades the worser and worsening play their ad keywords at in the sketchmakers many movements her dactyls fine and her fingertips many. Sweet lines of breathing and setting.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
I remember
Keywords
& Phrases
So I can
Pretend to be
Informed on subjects
I could give a **** about
But people
I'm trying to impress
Or please
Totally think that
I'm abreast of things.
But I'm not.
I just don't care. Seriously.
I don't give a ****
Sorry
But I dont.
Sports are dumb.
Football, golf, baseball, basketball...
Don't even get me started on
Anything you care about.
Odds are I honestly
Care less
About it
Or anything
For that matter.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
One must turn on tech
Tune out the here & now
& login to the ISP
See if it will set you free
Find the zone the URL
Whatever the hell
You seek you shall
Find
The right the wrong
The questions to your answers
The spelling the yelling
The editing the wording
Its all here for the world to see
The keywords that you I & Google seek
What do I have show in the end?
Text on display
A lower battery
A new work that makes its way
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Every poem I ever wrote is nothing but a sticky note,
with keywords written to remind me of all but forgotten memories.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
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George and Thomas Volk Thomas is a Muslim now, fit for them,
pregnant Rose Einstein, you think I want you, your family?
The Seven Chicks provide a real-life example of class-based
building constructs that provide tasks and services for stellar users and stars.
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Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star
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dead goddess' song in gray Germany in July, art,
Louis, sound, beret, experience,
number, future, monument, hair, white, people,
mind, golden years, human, year Keywords:
peace holy religious reading better you tree times
coil dry Easter Easter egg garden heaven's holiday
line lot north offspring play room text tell time
and crystal serious kind think dogs help care unknown clothes
Australian museum
evil church computer mouth early earth remember
vitamins, in a field of **** China mountains;
******* folk folk folk folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk,
eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows,
eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows,
fancy drinking, eye, coming cat, paradise is empty, make the bed police; group Jack Satan beginning jellyfish; Mary monster Keywords:
dead, dead, dead, ct, dead, finals, paint it black back bats devil
gross flicker stones broken hole [fat old witch died]
glowing century secrets back return seventh
accustomed ****** textile form; the final pit of witches
in cities city **** witch died hole death face fresh bar, said William
planet beloved point flames horns meaty harlot boy,
sure reality expressing pretty stupid guys eating *******
city feeling car Ivan blonde dance list large universe
ladies ***** healthily felt background mother; Eve's dyed leather
speaking to the muses genius beat lover on Star St.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Take me,
out of the world,
sit me right next to an angel,
not your average little girl,
begging that feelings untangle,
then you give keywords,
To what your past life was like,
it was limbo,
it was lust,
it was even suicide,
i don't know how to begin,
Letting my mind recycle,
forgave all the enemies,
And even read the bible,
Remember Every Single picture,
That i ever really took,
i just hope you know the language,
so we don't have to overlook.
(You Saved My Life)
My favorite Planet was mars,
didn't even have to say it,
already knew the guilty pleasures,
Even-though i kinda faked it,
knew from when i was a child,
knew from when i first spoke,
knew from every piece of food i ate,
even stuck in my mouth and choked,
i was always this creative,
even back when i did a lot of art,
Effortless Designs,
But I forgot When I had My start,
you may have been there a lot more than dad has,
but when i came up,
can't believe i didn't think i would be showing more love than i had,
but you saved my life.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
I wonder the world i lived in
A world where ........
Acceptance,love ,happiness are all fantasies
Does world full of happiness really in existence
Is happiness really possible
I live in the world where u cant have what u deserved
Where you cant have the trust you earned
Where you cant have the love you deserved
Where you cant have the happy life you worked for
A world where you cant live the life worth living
Where you cant have the house worth having
Where you cant date a girl worth dating
Where you cant go to school worth going
Where you cant drive a car worth driving
A world where an ignorant is voted in as a president
A rogue voted in as a governor
A madman voted in as mayor
An adulterous man is choosen as a priest
A world where ********** are the prayer worrior
I live in a world where .........
No money no love
No money no happiness
No money no school
No money no family are the popular keywords
The world i live is full of pain instead of joy
The world i live is full with hatred instead of love
The world i live in is full with betrayal instead of trust
The world i live
The world i live
The world i live is full of pain,
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
Flight
by Michael R. Burch
Eagle, raven, blackbird, crow . . .
What you are I do not know.
Where you go I do not care.
I’m unconcerned whose meal you bear.
But as you mount the sun-splashed sky,
I only wish that I could fly.
I only wish that I could fly.
Robin, hawk or whippoorwill . . .
Should men care if you hunger still?
I do not wish to see your home.
I do not wonder where you roam.
But as you scale the sky's bright stairs,
I only wish that I were there.
I only wish that I were there.
Sparrow, lark or chickadee . . .
Your markings I disdain to see.
Where you fly concerns me not.
I scarcely give your flight a thought.
But as you wheel and arc and dive,
I, too, would feel so much alive.
I, too, would feel so much alive.
I don’t remember exactly when this poem was written. I believe it was around 1974-1975, which would have made me 16 or 17 at the time. I do remember not being happy with the original version of the poem, and I revised it more than once over the years, including recently at age 61! The original poem was influenced by William Cullen Bryant’s “To a Waterfowl.” Keywords: flight, flying, bird, wheel, arc, dive, nest, scale, eagle, raven, blackbird, crow, robin, hawk, whippoorwill, sparrow, lark, chickadee
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:46 AM UTC
Sick of platitudes,
emotional contusions,
and little white lies.
I’m tired of the ghost;
this minefield of keywords and
it’s all just a game.
I’ve never had a
birthday party and now I’m
too old for magic
Light candles for me,
put a girl inside my cake.
Sing a song for me.
It’s just a party.
I’m just another sad boy.
Just another night.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
Pointed Art
by Michael R. Burch
The point of art is that
there is no point.
(A grinning, quick-dissolving cat
from Cheshire
must have told you that.)
The point of art is this—
the hiss
of Cupid’s bright bolt, should it miss,
is bliss
compared to Truth’s neurotic kiss.
Keywords: art, Cheshire, cat, grin, vanishing, dissolving, Cupid, arrow, truth, kiss, bliss
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
Race - ism is
a
myth
m a d e
of
*****
sneaky
pipe bombs
filled
with
the
shrapnel
of
Wars
P a s t
P r e s e n t
F u t u r e
A
sinister
s t o r y
of
tradition
explaining away
unsubstantiated
social phenomenon
built on
widely held
perpetuated
ideas
of
falsehood
Humanity.
Reboot.
Start over.
Children,
colour within the lines
b e g i n
&
e n d
with a program
of
t r u t h;
keywords:
c r o w s
a r e
b l a c k
~ QB
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
You know,
such a keyword
like (like)
a photobomb I plus-one
but forgot to re-tweet
cause I got Merked
but,
YOLO
It be Swaggy
that I Reach
Cray-Cray.
Wordy be *****
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Pointed Art
by Michael R. Burch
The point of art is that
there is no point.
(A grinning, quick-dissolving cat
from Cheshire
must have told you that.)
The point of art is this—
the hiss
of Cupid’s bright bolt, should it miss,
is bliss
compared to Truth’s neurotic kiss.
Keywords: art, Cheshire, cat, grin, vanishing, dissolving, Cupid, arrow, truth, kiss, bliss
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 4:23 AM UTC
Winston William William, Thomas, Jason Thomas, Lamas Iklan,
Germany, France, Italy, World Music, System Support.
Let a Christian in a box in a box and find them,
George and Thomas Volk Thomas, a Muslim in your family,
I think I want to, is it? The Seven Birds The Star provides insightful building constructions that provide functions
and services to users and to the stars.
Star starred. Star Star
Card Mapping Schematic Card (MMC)
Card Grade Mapping Unit. Bank card accounts.
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Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars was born, Thomas, Jesus died,
The beautiful songs of the dead in July Germany, Art,
Lois' Voice is Music, Number, future, statue, hair, white
people, mind, golden, years, man,
year Keywords: Peace Peacemaker: Religiousism
produces fire in a tree
Easter Chalk; The Garden of Heaven
A Summer Break Line North Nose Speaker
Text Message And you think that the complete
spirit of Crystal is like a dog that will help
the Australian Museum in an unkempt fashion
The cruel church computer first remembers
the earth's vegetation fields, the Chinese Mountains;
The Peoples of the Peoples of the Peoples
of the Peoples
of the Peoples of the Peoples of the Peoples
of the Peoples of the Peoples of Ethiopia (OHNF),
and their saddles, their saddles, their saddles,
their saddles, their saddles, their saddles,
their saddles, their saddles, their saddles,
their glove, their eyes, their cats, and the paradise.
Martyr's Sandy Keywords: Dead, Dead, Dead,
Dead, Dead, Ultimate, Black Background,
Fighting, City's Cities in the ****** Witches,
Witches, End of Drums, Emptying Dead Frontiers,
Wide Bar, William's Planet, Friends,
Flaming Flames,
Meat, Widow, Grooming a Child's Reality,
pa He was so cute,
To eat the nits, City of Amusement Parks, ||
[Ivan, Hairdressing]
List A Great Universal Healthy Star |
A Stunning Lover Who Loves Stunning Motivated
As They Speak When They Touch Her Back
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
Mending
by Michael R. Burch
I am besieged with kindnesses;
sometimes I laugh,
delighted for a moment,
then resume
the more seemly occupation of my craft.
I do not taste the candies;
the perfume
of roses is uplifted
in a draft
that vanishes into the ceiling’s fans
that spin like old propellers
till the room
is full of ghostly bits of yarn ...
My task
is not to knit,
but not to end too soon.
This is a poem for the survivors of 9–11 whose families lost loved ones in the terrorist attacks. Keywords: 911, survivors, victims, first, responders, passengers, firemen, police, heroes, terrorist, attacks, World Trade Center, Flight 93, Pentagon, White House
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
Thomas, born of Jesus
July, Germany, art, Louise, sound, music,
Number, future, statue, hair, white, people,
brain, gold, year, man, Keyword year:
the problem of peace, which promotes fire,
theft on trees. Voice of North Nottingham
from Winter Garden in Fiji
The whole crystalline mind
is like a dog in the style of an Australian Muslim.
The Brutal Church remembers the first planet
of all planetary plants on planet Earth. Peoples
and NFL ***** pedal, pedal, pedal, pedals
and people, people, pedals, their clothes, gloves, eyes,
cats and paradises. Sandy Shaheed Keywords:
death, death, ghost town, spraying, drama,
divorce, big, planet William, friends, dear love,
baby, it's not fun, fun. List of hair in the park;
Ivan speaks of something neutral and surprising
that's the city when it comes to a very neutral
healthy star. Westston William William, Thomas,
Jason Thomas, Amaker Lama, Germany, France,
Italy, World Music, System Support. We find a box
in the box and find Kilem Thomas, Thomas,
Thomas and Thomas in your family,
what do you think? Nine birds have provided
wonderful construction
projects that offer features and services
to consumers and stars. Etoile Etoile off!
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
Imprinting these words on your flesh
like stone on sheets of sand
they weigh heavily
I search for every word to impress
that express thoughts through tongue
keywords visually perplexed
********** emotions
down to the naked truth
the bare eye bond to confess
capture by pure beauty
enthralled by her bliss
taken by hers truly
her presence, is my gift
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC