Best Alloys Poems

FREEDOM OF CHOICE

The greater blessing is the power of choice
Not gifts nor riches any way compare
With having your own mind, to give it voice

See then your many options and rejoice
That You may wander here and venture there
The greater blessing is the power of choice

Prefer the...

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I am a bar of gold as shiny as can be
At least that is what I see
But inwardly other alloys lie
Seen only by the refiners eye

So intent is he to make me pure
Fiery trials sent, gold will endure
The impure thing to the surface rises
Impatience, pride,...

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tempered steelheads migrating through the
 shallows, their metallic scales lubricated 
with penzoil two stroke motor oil.

 moving over sand and rocks
 some gray, some brown, 
 some smooth,  some jagged and torn.

  with alloys glistening in the summer heat
they brush up against the...

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bedazzled by jewels 
beguiled by the gem of you~
diamond eternal

as fake gold duals
alloys mix unbanding two~
with flames infernal   

tears drowning in pools
blinders tunnel, love eschews~
so notes my journal  
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Earth blanketed
in plush, green, quilted fabric from which
boundless rows of life emerge.
A season of reward, given for seasons of reserve.
Woodlands. Cavernous, leaf-bound sentinels.
Refuge and shelter to every frail, native creature.
The green leaf of summer refreshes and makes opulent 
each breath of life taken on earth.

Rain....

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the sound wave slips serpentine
isolating notes from the chaotic noise

the ocular ray rebounds on the rock
refracting its boomering-photo of corrugated surface

the pulmonary sponge expands its alveolum
to the sea of pre-prejudice aroma

a hand of outlining mass tolerates its first electric mutation
when caressing the iron rod

a sucker...

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Adroit Android

Somewhere between the outer limits and twilight zone
Operating within acceptable parameters of functionality
Sam Android, according to his name plate
Etched along his metallic neck and back
Came from outer space with an agenda
He did not come to serve mankind
He did not come in peace, either
This android...

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A subtle numbness overtakes my senses. I feel a slight heavy weight fall upon me in the gentlest of ways, almost like you’re wearing a fur coat in a meat locker and someone’s pissing on you while your spine is wrapped in cotton, or cold...

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Copper blooms, titanium too below the iron of the sky
Rich fields of ore, quarried, lay everywhere without a quarrel
In conjunction with all things shiny on the land and rust of day

Mountains pinnacles are miles high
With gold draped cliffs of drifting yellow beads of brass

Green vegetation...

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Deep in a silva of the Emerald Isle there hides a peculiar coppice,
Shaped in a spiral labyrinth which is seen only on the summer solstice. 

As the sun rises to its highest of tides and the day overwhelms the night,
Those with fairy sight can find...

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To live a day safely in a city
where citizens must be echoes
and human rights are a fairy tale
but you want your mouth not pinched
your ears not pulled by anyone
or coconut not to hit your head;
a lemur you should be,
the big eyes not to miss coming...

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Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.

Mine must be art-official?zenlike Art?
a disembodied, white-enameled grin
of Cheshire manufacture. Part by part,
the human smile...

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Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural croaks, slow-wheeling above      
   Vast, resonating, steeply plunging gorges;    ...

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Crack open an eye on Saturday morn,
and reach out to give him a cuddle.
To find he's been up since break of dawn,
and crouched in a black oily puddle.
Began with the Polo, a fast one I guess,
On day three the engine goes BOOM!
Self serviced the car...

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I am the mother of hundred billion,
Now dumb and ears shut,
Orphaned by my own children,
For whom I bequeathed myself,
I am the Goddess of creation,
The creator of evolution,
Now I stand chained and hand cuffed,
Like a slave begging for clemency,
I am dragged to guillotine by my own...

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