Best Various Poems

and so it was that after a good run of
great sex & many lovers,
s/he came across a period of time unlike
any of her/his friends could come close to comparing,
a time of 
frustrating
hiccup-fart
orgasms.

each time s/he was getting towards that final punch of that final round
rockin’ &...

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Various Heresies 2

You
by Michael R. Burch

For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.

For thirty years You would not open to me;
You remained closed, hard and tense,
like a clenched fist.

For thirty years You...

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If God
is good
half the Bible
is libel.
-Michael R. Burch

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Willy Nilly
Michael R. Burch

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You forced them to run
all their days uphilly.
They ran till...

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Night time yet again /starlight swallowed by black-hoes /Never to reach earth 

Monster under bed /Darkness engulfing my heart /Flashlight in closet 

Broken down body /Pieces still falling apart /Trying to survive 

Needed violence /Craving others' destruction /A bloody green-world 

Another world waits /To be...

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Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity
by Michael R. Burch

“We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus

We had a common sky
before the Christians came.

We thought there might be gods
but did not know their names.

The common stars above us?
They winked, and would not tell.

Yet now our...

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Various Heresies 3

Breakings
by Michael R. Burch

I did it out of pity.
I did it out of love.
I did it not to break the heart of a tender, wounded dove.

But gods without compassion
ordained: Frail things must break!
Now what can I do for her shattered psyche's sake?

I did...

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Various Heresies 6

Altared Spots
by Michael R. Burch

The mother leopard buries her cub,
then cries three nights for his bones to rise
clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise.

Good mother leopard, pensive thought
and fiercest love’s wild insurrection
yield no certainty of a resurrection.

Man’s tried them both, has added...

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The breakwater protected bay
This mole of rock please hold
Mole on my face bid you goodday
Not welcome_ you I've told

Hugh mole bored through massive mountain
Vehicles travel straight
While I travel real fast again
To dermatologist

Decision to end job as mole
For new mole malignant
As a woman somewhere dies I'm...

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Various Heresies 4

I, Lazarus
by Michael R. Burch

I, Lazarus, without a heart,
devoid of blood and spiritless,
lay in the darkness, meritless:
my corpse?a thing cold, dead, apart.

But then I thought I heard?a Voice,
a Voice that called me from afar.
And so I stood and laughed, bizarre:
a thing embalmed, made...

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Various Heresies 5

Tonight, Let's Remember
by Michael R. Burch

July 7,2007 (7-7-7)

Tonight, let's remember the fond ways
our fingers engendered new methods to praise
the gray at my temples, your thinning hair.
Tonight, let's remember, and let us draw near...

Tonight, let's remember, as mortals do,
how cutely we chortled when work...

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Passed through a period 
of reading sports novels 
Passed through a Dreiser, Farrell, Malamud, Baldwin 
period 
I am great at dropping names, aren't I ?
I've read a lot of poetry and have published a number of chapbooks 
Once I had 13 poems in a civil...

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Soaring Amidst Song

sudden chance meeting
of a cheetah and monkey
then green treetop flight


Happenstance 

zebra on the plain
rain ended, here is the sun
and rainbow's hued stripes


Scent and Sound 

drones from the stillness
ribbits from cool green river
blue iris breezes


At the Pink of Dawn 

the crocodile eyes
can be seen...

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The Empirical Veneers of Decency and Acceptance

It’s funny how perceived intelligence 
Is not necessarily a measure of true smarts 
How the genius, the barrister and the eloquent 
Can miss the point from the very start 

It’s quite bemusing to observe her lack of self-awareness
And confusing...

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Importance of the Alternative Perspective 

Contortions of my sentient being
Distortions of my inclinations to dream 
Proportions of truth deciphering what it all means
Abortions of opinion as things are not always as they seem 

Embellishments of truth displayed on the evening news
An inelegance that’s uncouth waiting...

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Graces for the Loved and the Lost

To the sweet graces afforded to us from above 
To the hand of tender guidance that is only born from Love
To the broken boxer taking off his boxing gloves
To the man living on the edge when push comes to...

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