Pain Eve Poems

The Garden Womb

She is not virginal
Not unused
Not pure
Being ancient 
and of old,
Inevitably,
Been touched before. 

Many years 
a widow,
She is a lonesome, 
barren land.
So many 
passing...

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When I was growing up,
So many years ago,
I knew that the wonder of love,
Glistened, a Christmas glow.

We spent Christmas Eve together,
There at Granny’s house,
Listening to...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
My wife and son lay silent, all tucked...

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In my sanctuary’s hush, Poe’s tales I clasp,
Into his world, I plunge, a breath, a rasp.
Beneath the creaking floorboards, a heart's pulse
In my mind, it...

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When angels war against Lord of the Flies,
     and saints oppose profane demons of doubt,
the skeptic, cynic, and the worldly-wise,
 ...

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Into temptation by power of suggestion
Calls all of your life now into question
Eve denied just one fruit alone
Feast on forbidden then God will disown
Toil and...

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I asked the Fall, Where are Thy songs? 
She said that Gone with winds They all
They live with woodland nightingales
They live with larks and waterfalls
I...

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It’s Christmas Eve
Once again, this year
I know – I believe
He came down from heaven
To give – and we receive
The gift, His grace, salvation
His love will...

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How does one Say even one verse, unknown to thy grace? 
Taming is not shaming, Souls, too compromising of a truce. 
We are not there,...

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With tendencies towards modes abhorrent, I operate
    Hone deterrence to deserved carnal pleasure consolidate
    Intentional extension of potential paths...

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Concealed beneath a fig leaf,
Nakedness of more than body
Nakedness of heart and soul
Nakedness of darkened thought
Nakedness of the sinful doubt
Nakedness of screaming pain

They weren’t prepared,
When...

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All the More Human, for Eve Pandora
by Michael R. Burch

a lullaby for the first human Clone

God provide the soul, and let her sleep
be natural as...

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The Maker is busy in heaven once more,
Like he has been a billion times before.
He is making you a gift that matches none,
Wait for ten...

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To whom shall I declare my truest faith,
When 14th knocks on layman's humble home,
Bewitched by cruel Cupid's loveless wraith,
That stops me from exploring Kubla's dome?...

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Little girl in a rainbow jumper runs to hide 
And seek. Lifting hands to cover her face 
As soon as she finds the right tree...

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