Best Elusively Poems

Dancing to the tune of iniquity,
Deviously artless in their silent retreat,
Elusively lashing out unjustly, 
Pelting out timorous creeds;
A casualty in their vapid beliefs,
Brought upon by diligent lunacy, 
Primed in erroneous ideologies....

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Don't be so tortured, passion.

Don't be so metal rimmed in servitude
to all that's over the top and brimming with enigma's breath
Don't be the pump of blood adrenaline
on all the days one might have called
the moon out on her day of death.

Don't be so riddled, passion.

Don't...

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Dark matter seems to be
What isn’t there to be seen
In between
What we see.

They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With telescopy.

Yet, while it can’t be descried
It cannot be denied
For equations that irk
To work.

Should dark matter matter,
Would dark matter matter
A titter...

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For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight of auburn hair
that fell across her face, the apricot
clean scent...

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The Persistence of a Memory of Apricot Shampoo
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight of auburn hair
that fell across her face, the...

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Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation 
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer...

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She's reckless and cautious

     in the same breath,

sensibly abstruse and uninhibited

       elusively in your face,

introspective in her extroversion

  expressly shy when she wills to be,

    rapture in the mist

  ...

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When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.

These two, living fully and dying co-redemptively for future regeneration,
always balance within...

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LOVE POEMS I by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, a first date and dating, a first crush, a first girlfriend and sweetheart, marriage, a significant other, and an old flame. 



Sappho,...

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Happiness is fleeting
escaping through the folds
raping through memory
breaking through holds

It erases the bad times
it eases the rough times
but is gone before a second
gone again before the clock chimes

What an elusive thing
this happy medium in itself
foreign yet familiar
dusty off the shelf

We clutch it when it strays...

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Cultivate peace
Under this open sky
Love is often elusively flying by.
To cultivate peace
Is a catalyst to love
Very few people know unconditional love;
Are wracked with abuse
They are victims of another;
Every vile thing done, is just a bad excuse.

Peace can be found by
Everyone, deep within their hearts
And we...

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"Ennui Sets In”

Whenever pen is placed
Between purloined phalanges,
When my mind unfolds and tears along the seams,
I know it’s time to move my thoughts,
Through the underground;
That dark crusty void
Of dreary dreams diminished,
Where loose hell raisers floss and shine,
Comb and spray,
As drowning voices backwash yesterday’s histrionics,
Dark-eyed winches...

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All nature’s linked, the heavens with the earth,
in star formations, gas, galactic dust,
elusively in roles of death and birth
however random seems their wanderlust.
We peer in space with telescopic sight
that oft may miss the tracery that’s there
as when our past assumptions take to flight
in view of...

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I have an identity... But I doubt it’s me.
Cobbled together from bits and bobs,
A congregation of smiles and nods,
And relatives laughing and joking at odds
With a suspect reflection that hints to be

New. Vocal tones picked up from tune;
Revolving circles, inviting clicks,
Associations that follow with tick,
Tock,...

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Rainbow dreams
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