Long Apprentice Poems
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An old herdsman said to his son
when one went astray,
untethered take note,
it just wandered away,
“You get my goat!”
A present pupil told the teacher
who the register was taking,
with such a serious cough,
the whole school was shaking,
“You tick me off!”
A bossy boyfriend informed his girl,
“We're going for a walk in the woods,”
but bitterly tired of being bossed,
she gave him the goods,
“You can get lost!”
The carpenter spoke to an apprentice,
yet, as his instruction received no thanks,
believed he was teaching a clown,
and, like sanding a pile of planks,
“You wear me down!”
The season person comes around for a time and then has to leave
It’s not personal, so don’t take the absence as something done lightly or with ease
The season person just can’t stay forever, as it is time to sail
Because there are so many people living with anger, agony, sadness and despair
People ask about the season person, to see how they are doing as they rarely ask for help
At times they have a wide variety of skills, you could label as an apprentice or a temp
There to help those whose mind are in critical condition
Often times, put in multiple devastating life-scenarios to relate to the mind to know how it was formed and transitioned
The season person, is not for the faint hearted
As they often revisit what kept them in so much darkness
As they are often pulling others out and learning where it all began, where it all started
Realizing why others became so lost, so confused and so guarded
If they are not careful, their own darkness can latch on to them again, it can swallow them up over and over
Making their life like a pendulum swing motion and remaining alone as they need time to recover
You may never hear from the seasonal person again
As they learn more and experience more, they are forced to level up and energy can become more intense
Believe me when I say they will always care about you
And you will always have a place in their hearts and can always reach out if you are feeling a little blue
In the autumn that trickles slowly, like the sand through an hourglass,
The frost of the morning laments on the deserted pavement,
While the clock of the heart, with its ticking keeps measure,
Creaks inside me, reminding of an unfulfilled past.
On the edge of a forgotten newspaper, I read fates broken in the wind,
And from the ruins of hope, I rebuild a new purpose,
Memories tremble within me, lost loves, a burning yearning,
And the must of life, which sometimes, turns into dew wine.
In the drawer of the heart, where I hid dreams and desires,
I play with life, among rains and empty, grey days,
Conjugating the verb to be, in memories and reminiscences,
And in the night that swallows me, the clock at the gate beats for me.
I am the forgotten hero of a moment that got lost in the distance,
The apprentice of life, forever learning lessons of love and pain,
And when it hurt you, I felt a deep wound in my soul,
For in our silence, we buried words, without measure, without forgiveness.
The Domed Teapot Movie Team stores
good running electrical engineering supplies for
the apprentice vape tester stationed
for training with other code guy
system connectors near the
erectifying rainbow falls of
Mr. Mojo's Old City
WHEREAS(S)
the Eccentric Frontier Goldmine Foundation State has
discovered a recent reference model indicating that
the Eclectic Ghoul Aid Company has failed the
combined skating/scooter/car/bike and
forest river vehicle acid test (though they
did oddly OVER_perform with
dirty toothbrushes while on
motorcycles)
ALL OF WITCH LEAVES US WITH
an Elected Peach Boutique Box Collection of
shadow games and chic cottage band
energies perfectly suited to the
Enneagram Test Cook's home decor
NUT TO MENTION (MUNCH ON?)
the elliptically concentric doctor of the
Goon Power Kingdom where
mad duke predicament bosses are
obsessed with my contraption wheel
drop way of UNDER_thinking the
biased fallacy of self-data camera
set collectors viewing the erect or
oral bored college process that
involves repairing old farts for
recyling at flea markets.
Violets
by Michael R. Burch
Once, only once,
when the wind flicked your skirt
to an indiscreet height
and you laughed,
abruptly demure,
outblushing shocked violets:
suddenly,
I knew:
everything had changed.
Later, as you braided your hair
into long bluish plaits
the shadows empurpled,
the dragonflies’
last darting feints
dissolving mid-air,
we watched the sun’s long glide
into evening,
knowing and unknowing.
O, how the illusions of love
await us in the commonplace
and rare
then haunt our small remainder of hours.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Muse Apprentice Guild, Victorian Violet Press, Boston Poetry Magazine, and Poetry on Demand
Green is not my favourite colour
from an early age mixed me up
so confusing in one so young
even when drinking a green cup
You see brown and green look identical
through my eyes they're the same
which causes many a problem
colour blindness it not just a game
My first job as apprentice electrician
really caused many a loud bang
mixing up these two colours so
better get out before I hang
Many situations throughout my life
these colours keep causing a prob
choosing clothes is hit and miss
what to wear makes one laugh or sob
If you see me down the street
colour clashing you may meet
but don't despair it's not that bad
rest of me is quite neat
( this is written with regards with my colour blindness over the years)
Blood lingers in everything that I am,
staining my desire with a feather quill.
I grew from apprentice to madame
with practice and sheer force of will.
You may ask what spell would allow
propane words unwavering and hot?
Embers tend to catch a bit faster now.
With pure intention don’t be concerned,
what is sent out will always be returned.
Witchcraft is a class with no cram,
just harm none and let the rede fulfill.
The black cauldron will burn any exam
that replaces knowledge with a kill.
So much simmers below a silent vow.
You never share all you were taught,
keep close just a bit of that know-how.
Make no mistake, my magic is earned.
Know this, I respect what I have learned.
Incomprehensible space/time continuum intrigues...
One insignificant, infinitesimal
incomprehensibleness cosmic speck,
who doth readily confess
swallowed within
infinite cosmic wormhole, nonetheless,
he feels mind boggled, fascinated,
transfixed... helpless to express
following concept suddenly
gripping his feeble mental compass.
I haint never gonna get
smart enough to understand
supposedly how universe
under contract to expand
subscribers embracing divine
intervention ascribe to invisible hand
cosmographical phenomena defies
garden variety *****sapien
understanding schema so grand
feeble analogy whereby
Neanderthal apt to understand
lingual mechanics predicated
I grammatically, markedly, pointedly...
exclaim with ampersand.
No particular reason nor rhyme
prompted contemplation
Einsteinian/ Stephen
Hawking concepts sublime
defy one average guy
way past his prime
ideal, optimal, universal... time
to fortify i.e. cognitive ability
brewing, immersing, steeping... gray matter
within astrophysicist clime,
now punishing ignorance mime
limited aptitude climb
stymied best taught during childhood
undoubtedly education pioneer - Haim
Ginott speculate would even
advocate buzzfeeding fetus
with intelligent boosting enzyme.
I chomp at the metaphorical bridled bit
and chafe not being genius like Trump pit
ing president (gag me with a spoon),
and lemme don pith helm mitt
this crash test dummy, whit
no shadow of doubt ready to quit
human race if said nitwit
nabs 20/20 election twit
tilling, spindling, mutilating,
fondling... constitutional sacred writ
issuing dynastic emperor gambit
hastening cremated ashes (mine)
launched into distant orbit
bajillion light years
careering, hopscotching, zipping
eventually reincarnated into runny Babbit
ironically enslaved for profit
blindly obedient dagnabbit,
indentured as intergalactic caddy
fired while under probation as apprentice
up Paul ling lee forced to exit
Sartre's stage door left sporting
embarrassing MAGA prison outfit
hustled away courtesy
as laughingstock exhibit.
Thus, I helm ship of state into black void
alone within cosmos, yes...overjoyed!
years ago no
body knows
and maybe
even my
genes
told
me
so
i fell
from
what i
think i
never
will
know
and i
sprained
my brain
unlike my ankle
everyone kept
pushing on it
asking if this
hurt or how
about now
does this
give you
any
pain
and so i gave
in to the give
and made
them try
pressing
a little
harder
saying
oh yeah that
there hurts
but then
people
stopped
pushing
walking
away
saying
he's
okay
let him live
life's a play
so at first as
an apprentice
i took the part
of the off
screen
extra
just
as
if all were
accepted
then when came
a time my mind
played Berlioz's
requiem in
reverse i
started
obser
ving
i'm light
years away
and to this day
i stay medicated
with something
my brain couldn't
make but still
my doctor
says stop
drinking
Form:
You seem not to comprehend
That I'm still so young
I speak my heart and mind
And deep inside I always think I'm right
My vision to me is then so clear
I'm full of life and love, I have no fear
You look down at me and never cease to me judge
You blame me and you tell me to hold no grudge
How wouldn't I and you barely seem to comprehend?
That you are far beyond my thoughts and set of mind
I'm still so young and my journey ready to go through
I'm full of passion and eager to reap what I sow and do
You claim I'm idiot and unable to see what is in me wrong
You let me think that my beliefs and values have no root or bond
I can no more with you argue and prove my vision to you
I'm confused and couldn't put into words what I believe is true
You push so hard and show me how wise and insightful you are
How dare you undermine my wit, the youth growing in me you deny?
You actually seem to forget how you once were that young
Rejoicing life, doing whatever you like, all your songs not yet sung
You seem not to comprehend
That of experience you are but young
That you are a warhorse facing a novice
A pity for a golden ager not to notice
You are still as I am an apprentice.