Best Overgrow Poems

Today, catching sight of the mallards
crying over Lake Iware:
Must I too vanish into the clouds?
—Prince Otsu translation by Michael R. Burch  

This world—
to what may we compare it?
To autumn fields
lying darkening at dusk
illuminated by lightning flashes.
—Minamoto no ago translation by Michael R. Burch

This world—to...

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Outside the group that's outside the box
seeing inside the outside Im shocked
how you shape our fate as it knocks
on imaginations and what they concoct

My dream craves standards, but they take work
here efforts actualize ideals
tough labors haunt tall morals that lurk
conscience yielding obsession's appeals

Then I want...

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My thing is,
Yang dear,
EarthMother
is much RNA-green older
than mammalian red-DNA Yang.

Yes,
seniority breeds long-term nutritious merit,
I remember this history lesson
from your creation by fairy tale,
how WinWin Paradise YinYin
wonder invited Yang's Patriarchal CoPresence.

Well said,
dearest,
which is exactly why EarthMother
needed you to WinWin honey grow
but not WinLose weedish overgrow
my deeper...

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In the forest where the sun beats
 upon trees that have stood over time
Battered for years withstanding the elements
 each season bringing a new look to the ever changing landscape
Becoming  home to  millions of birds and insects that thrive within
The ripening fruits of...

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As the flowers wilt…
 
You think of the things you couldn’t give to me
When all I wanted was time

 I look in your sunken blue eyes-
 the years wasted hanging in the bags 
And the wrinkles written in your pain

As you wait for your garden...

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Hold your hands
In incantation,
Let them fondle and soothe
These throes that
Overgrow in my heart.
I long for your incantations
Like the beaker
Overflows.
This rending thirst
I need to quench.
Forage throughout my essence
And deliver me from love.
Deliver me from guilt,
Rescue my core
From possession.

I, this barren she of feelings,
No longer want to...

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An Ordinary Fellow 





I am just an ordinary fellow

I have no need for show

All I know is a simple life

Yet I know I will still grow



I have no need to think big

I just watch life flow

I am happy with the little bits I know



I have...

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all the wild in it's wisp and brood.
fly nature in and scented skin.
fell silently her silk new bloom.
back in the arms of the one she calls him.
lay on clouds of pull and press.
arms of brambles twined and beating.
sharing stolen summer breaths.
watching all the world in...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU VIII

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Since I was born, 
I must die, 
and so …
—Kisei (1688-1764) , loose translation/interpretation of his jisei (death poem)  by Michael R. Burch

Let us arise and go, 
following the path...

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let there be peace in our homes
and peaceful images that feed
desire to hope
let there be assurance in our tones
illuminated by a knowledge of religious diversion

let there be an overgrow of enthusiastic
love in gladness for one another
let there be tolerance that seems elastic
and brotherhood that extends...

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Time passes, conversation and music ends,
light refracts, shimmers in water, bends.
Nails grow, hair lengthens, heads turn and bones break,
stems wilt, gardens overgrow, clouds regurgitate water from lake.
I know that things change, the erratic constant that needs be,
but this loss of you I can’t fathom, grieving...

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The wall of russet brick, which, once resplendent,
ever crumbles leaving gaps; a toothless grin
slicing landscape. No longer the defendant
between the plebeians and the crown within,
the ancestral barrier is at death’s door; 
rifled masonry builds shelter for the poor,
bridled meadows slowly overgrow the rest;
a child skips...

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I watched as you toddled, giggled and played
dancing around with the new friends you made
crying for plasters when you grazed your knee
my little angel- the whole world to me
as you grew older I saw something had changed
prayed you would ask for help before it was...

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When I have to open my eyes, stop own
To remember what the dream is,at sour
Gigantic hot gulfs in heart blown
Where ebbed fathomless sea, feels sore.

The memories going on my mind,
That are from years left behind,
Very sweet this morning sun
Peeps from cotton cloud , give heart...

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