Long Saracens Poems

Already was straight up the flame and steady
To speak no more, and yet away it went
Being the sweet poet to let it ready,

When another, which followed in ascent,
Made us to turn our eyes to top...

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Villanelle : Never political but spiritual the ancient Indo-Chinese pilgrim ties

       In Memory of the late pathologist (and amateur Astronomer) 
Associate Professor CHONG Siew Meng, National University of Singapore*


Never...

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Mighty oars to take us away from our shores
Our horsemen marshal their men at arms
The trek is long, battles of the blood-soaked 
Our swords we hold high
Above our heads, the cross guides us to righteousness
For...

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Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part II
ancient Anglo-Saxon poem
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hrothulf and Hrothgar, uncle and nephew,
for a long time kept a careful peace together
after they had driven away the Vikings' kinsmen,
vanquished Ingeld's spear-hordes,
and hewed...

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If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily : LXXXVI

[Note: 216,000 cases of pedophily, perpetrated by the clergy, have been recorded by the Catholic Church in France since 1950.]

If ever I had to...

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She stood, staff in hand ...
Staring down at the man kneeling before her
Strands of her hair danced on the breeze like a stallion's tail
Cinnamon skin, a stunning contrast to her brilliant white riding robes

Sandals strapped...

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she stood,
staff in hand ...
staring down at the
man kneeling before her -
strands of her hair danced on the
breeze like a stallion's tail ...
cinnamon skin, a stunning contrast to
her brilliant white riding robes ...
sandals strapped in
crisscross...

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The hill had stood on its plain for eons
between the mountains and the Sea,
Still, quiet, barren,
As the wind blew across it
And the stars shifted,

When a hunter 
Eight thousand years ago
Saw the spring at its base
And...

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Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version (KJV)
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Time passes as the lay of the land calls 
the tread of the seekers and penitents.
The...

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They are such  tiny people,
slipping in your blood stream
unperceived as you, crusading, 
ride the clouds and seas
exposing unseen cavities 
within the noble paragraphs our children read,
or did upon the times of innocence.
Semites all, they...

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From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,	
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,		
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.

Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,	
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching...

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I think I'll go to Memphis

'cause it's 1957

We'll ride the Jim Crow stagecoach...because we're young and prideful

Well why not?

It's 1957!

we'll all grab bricks 
we'll all grab clubs we'll
all grab firehoses

And if our conscience bothers us...

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Blinded Nation's people were shouting:
crucify him, "he said, he is the son of God".
His blood on us and our children.

Cross smeared with his blood,
condemned, through nails
joined with cluster of malefactors.

2000 years of infatuation,
without acknowledgement of...

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