Best Ministrations Poems

Gentle wind, please
Go not from me.

Rather hold me in thine uplifting arms.
For thy tender ministrations are my sustenance
Each satin, sweet caress a blessing.

Bold wind, please
Go...

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To partake of ...
    the portions, prized and precious -
       you share with me the dearest...

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Held behind cold stone walls,
In silence, marched to work.
The shabby dressed walked prison halls,
Hell waits for those who shirk.

Breaking rocks or picking rope,
Naught to eat...

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In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
"crazy" has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballast Right
anchoring EgoSelf within EcoOther.

"Crazy"
when that begins with "you are"
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional...

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I look you up and look you over, 
better days have left you far behind, 
you're older, but to me you're still appealing, 
yet you...

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Eyes are for seeing.
Ears are for hearing.
Noses are for smelling and breathing
both in and out.
Mouths are for tasting
both bitter hard
and sweet soft truths,
trusts and mistrusts,
cooperations...

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sometimes when you come
and i'm hardly aware of your presence
a warmth that spreads
envelopes me
a well being
in my heart
tranquility transcending
little by little
gentle caresses
bring an awakening
and i...

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The steps come easy
Almost hurried as I tread
The uneven trail before me
The sun is low in the sky
Distracted by the long
Angled shadows
Before me
Brought back to...

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I look you up and look you over, 
better days have left you far behind, 
you're older, but to me you're still appealing, 
yet you...

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I look you up and look you over, 
better days have left you far behind, 
you're older, but to me you're still appealing, 
yet you...

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I feel you like a gaping wound,
A great fetid, gangrenous maw
That will never close.
I feel  you eating me alive, 
Your disease,
Penetrating brain and bone
Psyche...

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Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
 
for Beth
 
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold...

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He was there recumbent like a log
Cancer has culminated,prevailing over him
Enfeebled all his shielding apparatuses
Yet spurned to frolic prolongation

Eschewed palliative care ministrations
He detected the vital...

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Conley Pratt slouched over the horn
of a battered and trail-worn saddle,
been on the run for several hours now
after being caught rustling cattle.

His side ached, caked...

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Don't want to be stuck
in the Trauma Prevention Department.

Don't want to work that hard
on dogmatic compartments
for politically correct CAPITAL INVESTMENT
governments
over-investing in cautionary
conditional
chronic win/lose mistrustful
competitive dissonant...

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