Long Apathetic Poems

You’re sick, demented, and twisted and you want to judge me for my sins? What about yours? The ones that lie deep within
The ones that sculpted you into the person that you are, the ones...

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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.

This poem has also been titled "Epitaph for a Child of...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...






Beast 666
by Michael R. Burch

“... what rough beast ... slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”?W. B. Yeats

Brutality is a cross
wooden, blood-stained,
gas hissing, sibilant,
lungs gilled, deveined,
red flecks on a...

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First they came for the Muslims

after Martin Niemoller

First they came for the Muslims
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Muslim.

Then they came for the homosexuals
and I did not speak out
because I was...

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Do you share my concern 
that your happiness and healthy life 
are too ephemeral,
short-lived?

No! Why? Do you know something I should know?

Not likely.
Just wondering,
awed by your capacity,
your relentlessly positive 
EarthAgapic energy for healthy life,
despite the...

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Those who get,
get more widely.
Those who want,
want more deeply.

Normal slow-grown inter-religiously co-invested evolution 
is not survival of the wealthiest and strongest species,
but thrival of the deepest win/win fit 
with least panentheistic disruption required
within,
whether we speak...

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Your personality is split right down the middle in the way that is my heart, you should know all about this though, you played your part
You’re the reason I’m here now, living in this pain,...

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"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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Product of Dave the Brave

Product of Peace
Product of Poverty
Product of Happy
Product of Charity 
P-Product of crazy...weightless envy...bipolar blues...etc. etc.

Product of selfish ambition ...
A shameful sin in disguise 
Turning my cheek to this decision
Discussion goes beyond...

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Every child is born into this world crying,
Little did this poor child know, tears would fall for the rest of her life.
Born into a world of abuse, heartache and pain,
With a drug addict, alcoholic abusive...

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Sometimes I wonder what is the point
To life, the universe and everything?
Then I remember that the venture is joint
With extraterrestrial beings

Sometimes I want to believe in UFOs
And visitors from outer space
I wonder if they will...

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Self as Other redeeming
invasive species
responsively mirroring 
co-empathic esteemers

CoMessiahs
not even primarily historical remembered persons
plants
planet
isolated from cooperative redemption,
communion function
flow of regenerating healthy salvific change
in divine-humane primal becomings

Like Full and Empty
YangEgalitarian physical 
light energetic replete
Reconnecting as Yinterdependent dualdark...

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Dead Man Tales
shards of glass pearl the emperor's rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies, 

do not deceive yourself , my friend.
in the twilight of our beings our corruption merges and blends.

there is no...

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I don't know,
S/He said,

(right winged left
exhaled downstream
past everyone's egopaled head)

If God is dead
and also much too Capitalistic,
LeftBrain dominant hegemonalistic

(like water to a philosophical shark)

If God is straight
and white
and a patriarchal supremacist accountant
calculating monoculturally ambitious values

Then...

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He was mighty as could be venturing down by the sea,
revered as the king soaring over his golden throne-
He was respected yet felt neglected and could never see,
all the beauty he held and sadly felt...

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Afterwards.

Didn’t we once used to smile and laugh?
I can see that we seemed to be happy 
As I look at an old photograph.
But now our mouths
Seem almost paralysed
Or are tight and grim.
I vaguely recall a...

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Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El." We hurdle head-long above asphalt blanketed streets that are determined...

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her life had been a rollercoaster of moody upheaval

          manic fervor from sheer in-exhaustible passion

           ...

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Some parents and cooperative school teachers
and classroom and bus aides and drivers
are discussing government regulations
restraining transportation providers
from providing therapeutic touch,
because of an over-compensation
for emotional dysfunction behaviors
leading to appallingly irreverent touch.

Toxic touch critical events
predict long-term non-lifegiving,
non-wellbeing...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our life’s sojourn in the shadowing times
we spend here on this...

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Do not look to me with questioning eyes - I do not possess the answers you seek 
cannot taste the bitter sweetness on your tongue or smell the withered flowers 
along your path. My heart...

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Democratic pursuits of healthy constitutions
and health policy discipline
are often associated with growing compassion,
global enlightenment values
for well-being and happiness,

And peace and happiness, in turn,
associated with prosperity, both natural and spiritual wealth,
never one without the other.

This historical...

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Let fortitude confront the raging beast
for wolfen corps from Hell have entered in. 
They surge in packs, savagely unleashed,
to mutilate the innocence within.
Let ev’ry child and mother of its name
be fodder for this apathetic rage.
Let...

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The school year’s ending.  ‘Spring Fling’ is tonight (Saturday) the biggest event (concert) of the year, and next week - final exams. It’s hard to believe that I’ll be a senior in about 2...

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Beneath the ash its morals face defeat
as segregation separates is corps.
The scars outline a union incomplete
and wounds define its failure to restore.
Though rally calls have filled a Nation’s heart
and motivation fueled its vast machine,
supremacy held...

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