Long Adultery Poems

Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream,
when winter scowls,
when nights compound dark frosts with snow ...
Where...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems IX

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school student and during my first two years of college.

Shock
by Michael R. Burch

It was early in the morning of...

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Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic...

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Everyone has the freedom of choice 
Everyone has an expressiveness to save their own voice
Who are you who am I to judge this choice 
You don't know me
You don't know me
 I may have ...

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Zulaikha:
What a bird you are, o red-billed Bird, 
you don’t eat reddish mangoes!
By eating which ash, will you exist then
in this bower of fate?

Yusuf:
That there is any fruit better than the name of God
and any...

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Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I’m counting the days to see you fly so gracefully…in the aqua-blue sky
I can’t wait to see you take wing and...

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Christ's Message Distilled for Dummies
(You Might Not Like It)

Christ’s message distilled is we all are born sinning,
deserving of Hell (1) (but for Grace the Cross pays for),
your pride in “your good acts” the proof of...

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Stones do not speak the language of men or of angels.                        ...

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Listen the drums are rumbling and the pots are bubbling
Listen, the drums are rolling and pretty girls are dancing
Listen the drums are speaking and my heart is singing
Listen the drums are beating and I am...

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Impossible mission to sleep on opposite side of marital bed...

Oddly enough even 
when frolicking in the autumn mist
with seasoned super tramping 
cheaply tricked out goo goo dolls
some resembling Indigo Girls,
one foo fighting beastie boy
unable to...

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Women are created in the image of God just as men are
Females are seen by Jesus as genuine persons
Not simply as the objects of male desire
Every family has disagreements, conflicts 
Some men   treat...

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Easter as interpreted by one...

rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, 
and rebuked courtesy 
one ill shod Unitarian atheist,
who means NOT to affect
any sacrilegious fallout
nor offend devoutly religious 
man, woman, or child,
when the most important 
Christian holiday notated,...

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The bar is tacky and unclean. The lighting early modern neon.
dead insects litter glowing tubes.
I found him in the corner nursing an empty glass.

“Are you recording this?”
“Yes.”
“Good, very good”

“Let’s get started then. Are you a...

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An anticlimactic sexual event...

with Barb Black née Beebee
to help set the ghost
of little Willy Brandt free
(a non German, but germane fellow  
courtesy Craigslist classified
personals of mine invitee
she replied, I took liberty
to Google her first...

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Easter as interpreted by one...
rebated, rebirthed rebooted, and rebuked
ill shod Unitarian atheist

Though avast percentage
of stonehenge temple piloted ghosts,
harking back millennia
constantly zip unseen thru aerospace,
they unwittingly espy
woolly sheep hush fleeced herd
profoundly religious peep pulls
plodding fast as...

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things are happening do you believe 
is it near the end of the world
blood running yet flowing warm
down the streets hope seems hopeless
what's the use am I denying...

the sign of the times

what's why you crying...

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"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity. Madame Bovary is considered Flaubert’s masterpiece, and, according to some,...

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(strike while the iron's hot, else...
up prize cold hard steel Goldfinger
rewind: the following case in point).

Believe me you (stranger out there
along the information super highway),
perhaps feeling comfortably numb,
which I (personally experiencing futility)

vainly searching for Nirvana)...

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CONFUSED WORLD:

The world's totally confused,
If you do right you're contused.
To and fro, they go back to the magoos. 
Their systems make no amuse,
It only dismantle laid down routes;
Leading souls to grab unexpected woes in demonic...

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The tingles of sudden sensation
Brings me to this uncanny motivation 

I’m so uncertain…
I’m a white curtain,
Stained with murky mistakes…
Mistakes I’ve made in the past…
It shakes me up to say this…
Not all memories last…alas, I’ve ran...

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No matter what you've done
 in the past
I was in Idolatry, greed, covetousness, love of money, 
I was Complaining, not loving God full of gluttony, 
High-mindedness, disobedience, lover of self, 
GOD LOVES ME

I put family,...

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My final love


The final drips of the love in my blood,
Have gone into never; never to be seen again.
I have waited a life-time for someone to love,
But I have nothing left to give to a...

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He feels the best of him slipping away
A sip a drip at a time
When will the he and him align
What is he missing
He can't stop thinking
in and out of focus drifting
as he witnesses his soul...

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Where do we come from? Where are we going? Why are we here?
Philosophers rack their brains over these questions
Saints and poets alike try to come to grips with them
  But do they concern the...

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