Long Amoral Poems

The problem of military reactions
to territorial control issues
is not merely that violence breeds further strategic development
of violence,
although this is no small,
nor amoral, 
concern.

This primal problem of militarism by historic default
is that it is an intrinsically...

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The Picture of Dorian Gray: Paint Me As An Event
The Picture of Dorian Gray, a decent fanciful novel by Irish writer Oscar Wilde, published in 1890. The novel, the only one written by Wilde, had...

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I
How long have I been doing this
Throwing my time & money
Into a hole
Filling up notebooks
Mining overheard conversation
For lines
Squeezing the sponge
Of my wine soaked
Mind
Into the bucket
Of poetry
And now here we are
Gulping down the
Lead tainted water
Like Romans
Romans
Forced...

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              Dr. False Fauci


Fauci, aka,"Doctor I scareth thee,"M.D.~
Cannot stop deceiving all of humanity.


With his monetary marriage to the heinous Bill Gates,
He falsely...

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In a Stolen Moment
by Michael R. Burch

In a stolen moment,
when the clock’s hands complete their inevitable course
and sleep is the night’s dark spell,
I call it a curse,

seeking the force,
the font of candescent words, the electric...

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Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you...

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O This is an ode dedicated to President Joe Biden
O This is Joe Biden's Ode dedicated unto him.
Exposing his attacks upon the righteous forcing

Them to participate in his King Sodomite
Activities and forcing them to violate...

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Since the 1990's Red China has been using an intelligence gathering
radar station monitoring USA's military operations of the southern
United States.  Now they are establishing a military training center
also located in Cuba just a few...

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TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS III

Trump's real goals are obvious
and yet millions of Americans remain oblivious.
—Michael R. Burch

Our awful unlawful "president"
will soon be a jailhouse resident.
— Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Teddy Roosevelt spoke softly...

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Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming marine naval (gazing)...

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Once upon a tragic, forsaken love,
A wish miscued from somewhere above.
So incorrect, 
I could not detect,
Nor should expect, 
Our bond fit like hand to glove.

A sour lullaby, sang a love you couldn't feel, 
Naive to...

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Tomorrow is an illusion
It relies on assumption
Of the planet’s rotation
On the seasons’ migration
And the moon’s revolution
On man’s innovation 
And his evolution
For his interpretation
Or insinuation
And theorisation
On Law’s of gravitation
Using invention
And his powers of investigation
And logical deduction
To...

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A tattered, ragged leather bag
hides faded photos wrapped inside;
both black and white and kodachrome
reveal lost dreams once held with pride.

An older, colder man made weak,
by sojourns made so long ago,
has paid with shame a painful...

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You played the game of thrones
with devious glee and amoral passion
Nothing was too low for you to stoop to
Your career-cutting teeth were honed
in staid institutions of medieval bastions
Ruling class initiations helped toughen you,
made you understand
the...

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The howling wind causes the unlatched shutter
to bang incessantly against the faded gray wood
The upstairs window, that the shutter shields,
has spider legs of cracked glass
A black widow house, if ever there was such a thing
All...

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DRUM CIRCLE
FEBRUARY 16, 2018

Tonight we talked to the earth
with our drums, our pulsating prayers
a rhythm and blues, a galloping growl,
an angry lament, a wretched outpouring
at the new Hunger Moon, at the latest mass
shooting, at a...

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Guilty pleasures
has you on a Siberian Ferris wheel,
spinning rapidly
Gulag suicidal libido
urges you to cock the trigger and squeeze
Keep repeating the nightmare:
Six torture chambers
Six gas chambers
Six motel rooms
with five vacancies
It's your last chance to exit
this cursed...

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On a runup to the past,
lightning lies are striking fast
Speak a little Fuhrer con,
Dollar sanction appease a wannabe Stalin
In the Big Ivory House,
every hussy dictator is welcome
But the Constitution’s first wife ain’t:
	Billie O’Righty,
big bloomer free...

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Once we created starry nights,
and Mona Lisa with smile slight,
we covered chapels in heavenly scenes,
made David shine in marble sheen.
Now our 'art' make good folks scoff,
smear shit on paper, then sell it off,
mistaken for garbage,...

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A SOMBER SOMEDAY

Someday
someday when blazing blonde turns to grievous gray
yes someday
someday when the wonder which once was has patently passed impatiently away
someday
someday when joyful leaping is replaced by reaping muscles that ache
someday
someday when graceful grins...

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A core of nothing essential,
spinning around a void of irrelevance
Molten thoughts of lava movements ...
civilization crumbling, sand castles dissolving
Vesuvius pleasure nodes vibrating 
to the sound of igneous deconstruction
The societal matrix bond unraveling ...
all the colorful...

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How cannot be otherwise?
While you know God runs this
universe, and is most generous,
His nemesis is busy, planting
darkness and doubt in your mind,
truly heinous!

There you are doing your best.
However, our faith is constantly 
being put to a...

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Feel the smoothness, wonder at the skill.
These delicate carved ornaments of delight
Pure white to a faint tan, each piece unique
To touch, to feel, brings senses alight

Priceless the gift, expert the hand
That carves these magical pieces
Priceless...

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He brushed past her, no contact, each one at arm’s length,
yet she could feel the air stream, feel it from his overcoat
as it billowed; not enough time under the blue-white streetlights
to catch a look at...

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PURE   THOUGHTS   ON   NATURE


Water moulds rock,  rock  resists :
There is no winner, no loser  at all.
Mother birds feed babies : this is amoral.
Neither bad nor good...

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