Long Amoebas Poems

Rejection Slips 2

The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
 
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
 
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,

the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
 
the face in the...

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Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.

When I held you in...

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Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood.



bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u are charming...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from...

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having arrived at this juncture
of learning the man made structure
of creations, gods, demons and time
and various situations not quite so sublime
where nothing under the sun appears to be new
let us take a moment to focus...

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First of all, you mildly evolved amoebas, I don’t need your sympathy/
You couldn’t fathom my depths, if you had a degree for empathy/
Did everything asked of me by the Lord to prove that I’m the...

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We humans like all creatures to have a purpose, an aim,
From one-celled amoebas to fungi-spore glebas,
They need a good reason to compete in life's game.
Consider cats: They school us in hygiene
Licking their paws and their...

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I remember, back before puberty,
and all concomitant complexities,
visiting the pond behind our barn,
to watch water spiders.

I wondered what we would like living on thin transparent skin
between two equally visible universes,
one below, and one above.

Below,
life would...

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waltz blazing sirens from shores of the frosted tomorrow
just look around and behold everything that makes our souls distant
l’existence est ailleurs! my negatively dear Clementine
in this omnipotent Babylon of boredom whoredom
where our shapes slowly turn...

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My faith in me
Have made vast changes to my dream
I shall never be again who I am
But who he meant for me to be
A pilgrim whose nomadic days are o'er

I did not come saturated like...

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I sit here and wonder how this life went so amuck.
      Sometimes it has no meaning, just how often does it suck?
Your private life gets so invaded.
   ...

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I have been away some weeks, I’ll.  Hope poetry will surface again with improved health.  Have missed all of you 

Fully This Gift. —————-

This overwhelming love that nods
To the rise of each hour’s...

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The Evolution of Love
by Michael R. Burch

Love among the infinitesimal
flotillas of amoebas is a dance
of transient appendages, wild sails
that gather in warm brine and then express
one headstream as two small, divergent wakes.

Minuscule voyage, love! Upon...

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Turtle spawn can be placed very deep and vertical in glowing colourful beds. But Atlantic highways stuff their coffers with gold and thus adorn the paths created with magnitude of sparkly stench. Extra moving ignorance...

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As our civilisation reaches new heights
We can be proud of our achievements
As we enter a new golden age

Survivors of the second penicillium war
We harnessed our knowledge
And struck out
To all corners of our world
Only to find...

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DANCING   WATER  HOLLOWS


The canal water endlessly  moving  from passing  boats 
Creates not waves  but dancing hollows between, 
Moving like  countless competitors in a dance hall
Swirling around ...

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He should desire a verse of lost day past
while time enough was free to have enough,
When pace and life led more to mean but fast
as Simon said to simply breathe a puff.

To love and be...

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Will you get my shoes out of that crevice, please?
I seem to have lost bits and pieces of my memory
Can you help me find them?
Sometimes, when I wake up or go to sleep early in...

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An antecedent me, a subsequent
and present me, all those me who went
through stones, plants, amoebas, arthropods,

reptilians, arachnids, mammals, men
and women, a reptilian again
as punishment for hubris, even gods -

the small "g" gods. As for the...

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