Best Dislodging Poems

(Chorus)
You think you've got swagger but really you hobble,
you've got the jet lagger and you're drunk so you wobble,
don't start on me mate 'cus I will bring trouble,
to put it into slang words I'm Barney Rubble.

(Verse)
I will ruffle trouble 
'cus I'm on another level
that bombs...

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I stroll a silvered landscape
where trees are silhouetted spears,
stabbing memories of days first walked with you . . .
ice traceries, firey strands of longing lace,
wrap the crumbling dream,
like brittle, curling tinsel from childhood holidays. 
A burning stream of cold tumbles seaward,
dislodging jagged stones, desire and...

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Twas the night before my cousin's 
wedding
He reluctantly gave in to the 
bachelor party vetting
A burlesque, tawdry strip club was 
the setting
Unbeknownst to him, the bridesmaid 
was his appetite whetting
With gratuitous lap dance, began 
the ribald feting
In drunken stupor, the enamored 
groom his fealty forgetting
Released...

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Basic Attendance,
listening deeply to the sounds
and functions
flows and forms of nature's voices,
human nature's moving choices
evolve from panentheistic roots
toward win/win co-empathic,
vulnerably transparent
nondual dark energy

Equivalently empowering/disempowering identity
of not-yet-full synergetically integrating
Other/Selfing
pregnantly individuating Time,
equivocating re-incarnating
personal space
through sacred communal time

Positive
protonic health
polymorphic wealth

Polypathic
polyphonic
polycultural healing

Multisystemic 
harmonic balance
between Yang-stimulus(t) 
and Yin-response(x).

From divine epicenter...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness, where 
Groups of so-called righteous men
Drop indiscriminate bombs
On fellow humans ripping
Homes and families apart
Shedding the blood of the innocent
Then simply...

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I caught him high, but I was high
as we passed each other with mutual dread
he caught me high, but he was high

smoked some of his s--- and thought I would die
then he looked at me as if I were dead
I caught him high, but I...

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Dad, I remember well the night I grew up. 
I know you remember that night too...
   I know you never forgot this happening:
  
It was 1966, an early Fall night, around 10:30 when you called the police.
   Jerry had been...agitated...for...

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The sun dappled patio 
     irresistibly beckoned 
     pillowed pad to bedeck 
     cement spongsbob
     square pant sized couch cushions
 
     leapt into field of...

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             mutton chop whiskers
     grandpa puffs cherrywood pipe
dislodging smoke rings

6/22/2019
MagiCicada 13 or 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Syllables: 5/7/5...

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Poems about Children IV

Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch

Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the front porch swing,
dangling his long thin legs, watching the sweat...

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Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch 

(dedicated to my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch Sr.)

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the front porch swing,
dangling his long thin legs, watching the sweat bees drone,
talking about poke salat—
how...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I

I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis …


Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I will extract the thorns from your...

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If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush feral on sordid trail.

The unbridled mind turns into a predator animal
Breaks away from the shackles of virtuous sanity
Chases the...

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Heavens open dreary gray, cool breeze, as silence swears.

Emotion choked, refusing to give in to the tears. 

Without a doubt it sees the parched; what if it threatened.

Halted, as the world spun round million miles a second; 

wrapped its' arms, squeezing fast, thunder roars, dislodging...

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The embodiment of the unique existence,
life is the construct of transient elements,
that align in the plethora of perishable patterns 
within the mundane entity of the fragile body. 

Beneath the surface of frail discernment,
the mortal being transitorily builds fleeting images 
on the indestructible screen of awareness,...

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