Long Archetype Poems
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with natural binaural and visual ambience...
courtesy bumblebee pollinating clover
Diaphanous wings yield live airplay
vibrations undulate thru ethereal airway
rippling glorious edifications allay
gorgeous fauna and floral array
ears and eyes beheld
awesome buzzfeeding display
flight of the bumblebee laden with pollen
analogous to elegant performance
starring Faye Dunaway.
Crossword puzzle momentarily
distracted by amazing fete
observing crucial insect necessary
transferring pollen to pistils of flowers
with each subsequent visit
impossible mission to differentiate
one amongst countless
gently rumbling Bombus.
June 14th, 2020 thoughts
of doomsday far and away
pitch perfect afternoon yippie yie yay
I could squander hours
observing miracle worker relay
unwittingly alighting then planting pollen,
i.e. the male gametophyte
(DNA) of seed plants
transported to female part of flower
to enable plant to reproduce.
Quintessential lesson relearned
live life foreplay
until... hair turns
more'n fifty shades of gray
pronouncedly more noticeable since salons
and barbershops under lockdown
onset of coronavirus
(COVID-19) spells hooray
satisfying grim reaper
until vaccine acquired
meanwhile (back at the ranch)
think laboratory smart people linkedin,
qua advocating preventive measures,
a fancy word for test
iz pseudo synonym immunoassay
whispered to yours truly courtesy
twittering and tweeting blue jay.
How uncomplicated existence
allotted to birds and bees
simple straight forward purpose
additionally as by-product
to cultivate cheese
just cut away any moldy part
lest thee exhibit symptoms
synonymous contracting poison
(less painful than scorpion sting),
nevertheless nsync with illness
expanding thru body
on par with generic
garden variety archetype disease
ah, I sure wish being human
constituted less cumbersome complication
instead comprised
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious ease
as iterated with aforementioned
half dozen simple life forms
some of which can survive extreme temperatures
and/or even suffering thru a deep freeze
now upon reaching the end,
I expect nothing more emphatic
than ye to ejaculate Geez!
A sleazy greedy cheating single-minded
lying used car salesman with ambition
had higher aspiration hopes
of a top managerial position
altho' customer trust was a must
as the fast-talking low-life archetype
his focus was on moving their money
into his pocket with one fell swipe
so to move as much merchandise
as a man can possibly do
while on rota to meet his quota
he'd advertise 'Low mileage, good as new'
yet of the hundred motors or more
parked polished outdoors and on show
when viewers knew not what to purchase
and wanting a coupe which would go
as prospective buyers they'd ask in dismay
the pointed all-important question
'Which car should I buy, of those on display?'
he would reply, 'Try my auto suggestion.'
This hi-tech table set unfolds unfair
For words inscribed to turn romances ripe,
Since just by finger-click can loves compare
Verse penned for they against their archetype.
Alexandria’s tomes are phone condensed
The same as Congress holds its truths we scroll;
And though indignance now is evidenced,
I do confess at times I online stroll.
But seriously - What cruel circumstance!
If mine was paint - sad Lisa’s moans you’d hear!
da Vinci’s grin exclaims I’ve got no chance
To stir feminine swoons, near well as Shakespeare.
Instead, self-conscious rhymes self-pity lurch,
From fear my muse knows how to Google search.
1/31/2017
A woman of integrity,
An embodiment of beauty,
An exemplar of charity,
An archetype of dignity.
A woman of faith
Endowed with spiritual strength.
My Heart opens up like a parachute,
Ocean of heaven flows to my heart.
Her beauty gives me wings to ascend;
My spirit ascends,
Embraced by heavenly heights,
My soul got pierced by rays of warmth and light.
Voice could lift one' spirit and sweet refreshments find;
Melodious voice could bring peace to mind.
Oh, that voice of hers could mend a broken Heart.
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
A glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her smile that opens up the cloudy skies,
Her laughter that delights butterflies,
Everything proves she's a goddess.
Dedicated to Lillian Ukaegbu
All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch
(for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.)
Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are
somehow more near
and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me
wish
that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!
and everywhere above, each hopeful star
gleamed down
and seemed to speak of times before
when you clasped my small glad hand
in your wise paw
and taught me heaven, omen, meteor ...
Keywords/Tags: family, grandfather, grandparents, grandchild, grandson, teacher, mentor, example, guide, guidance, guru, sage, wise man, instructor, model, archetype
Little known virus billed with hype
is much like the elusive snipe
look for clues and bilk mysteria.
COVID-19 is a blight
take your temperature, dispel fright
combat the urge of hysteria.
Cancellations? don't groan and gripe
take wise advice to wash and wipe
learn CDC’s criteria.
Counter laziness, use your might
raise your normal household fight
reduce viruses, bacteria.
Social distancing is an archetype
of honest help instead of tripe
Heed experts in your area.
Apply intentional foresight,
Observe limits with sweetness and light
Thank God this is NOT malaria.
March 16, 2020
I Walk With The Stars far from the lesser Creeds
Indeed, the Starseed breeds Greater Faculties
I Am Light Born, Light Forged by the Celestials
I Am Archetype Quintessential,
I Am Omnipotent by The Great Fire that Dwells Within
Upright like Djed Pillars unto Greater Firmaments,
Never So Low to Behold what was Long Foretold
that the Golden Temple within sits in Unmeasurable Gold,
to the High Heavens that Glisten, a Great Flame Has Risen
I Am Blissful, I Am Luminous by the Greater Intuition
Into the Ether where the Currents Of Life Rip
where All Is Wise, where All Is Electric
I Am Eccentric, where the soils toil in Egypt
I Am Israel, I Am a Citadel, Up High like Asclepius
I Am Born in High Hopes on High Roads, I Blaze like a Shooting Star
I Am Ever-Present, Ever-Excellent, Ever like Eagle to Asgard
I Am Ever-Glowing, Ever-Flowing far from the Subpar
I Am VICTORIOUS, I Am ILLUMINED, for I Walk With The Stars
Crude Love
Nature's regalia had been spread long,
Like unto a pitch and a stretched lawn;
The sun like the grape in her time shine,
The rain as well, in archetype line.
But diverse timing possess the twain.
Sometimes, when the sun with purpl'd eyes looked,
At the boasting cedar an wild brook,
Light rain in mockery saunters too,
Consoling the comfort-less brook.
But ne'er had sun looked hard while rain stool.
When the sun refuse the rain treat,
She becomes sore moody till she weep.
So is crude (unrefined) love thus shown:
True lovers cannot rival as foes.
18:08:13:14:25
Note: I discovered that since I've been old enough to discern, I haven't seen the rain fall heavily and seen sun shine cruelly at the SAME time. So I established it that, between them is portrayed true love. The sovereign one using nature to depict emotion. Which means they (sun and rain) are lovers who respect themselves. They don't rival. Only if they can't control their love game, they go for treat together and that is when our parent(African /Nigerian) told us that, a leopard has just given birth to warrant this. So, learn how to learn from nature. Josh Berry
Why, oh Lord, does the weight of self-decision beset me with such existential trepidation?
Why do the crossroads of life's journey confound me, rendering me incapable of discerning my deepest desires?
Why does the clarion call of my own voice falter, reduced to a mere whisper, as I struggle to articulate my innermost longings?
Why, oh Lord, do I crave the validation of others, seeking solace in their approval, rather than trusting the instincts of my own heart?
How did You, in Your infinite wisdom, fashion me, a unique tapestry of strengths and vulnerabilities?
What archetype of humanity did You intend for me to embody, and what virtues did You instill within me to guide me along life's winding path?
Who am I, Lord, stripped of the external validation, the masks I wear, and the expectations of others?
Who is the authentic self, hidden beneath the layers of conditioning, waiting to be unearthed, and set free?
I confess, Lord, that I have prioritized the needs of others, subordinating my own desires to the whims of those around me.
But what of my own identity, my own aspirations, my own sense of purpose?
Did You not create me, too, with a unique destiny, a sacred calling, waiting to be fulfilled?
Written: July 5th, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Line of inquiry:
“Of the fact we are alive, we are sure
All else scriptures say, may or may not be
So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure
As formless awareness we become free”
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Hagioscopic hymn to the Divine kernel
We keep God-search accessible,
yet the cosmos cleaves yield when we gaze —
a hagioscopic hush, an oculus of golden light
thrumming over the welkin as an ariose aria.
All else may fall asunder,
but the Divine remains the ductile, eternal nexus
where every archetype melts into exegesis,
where endogenous ardor swells to a plexus.
Call it aurora, call it elixir, call it Elysium —
the Source supervises every epoch,
collocating our chaos with its capacious calm,
turning our dismal nest into blithe, balmy rising joy.
We are peripatetic flâneurs,
panting through labyrinthine days,
beleaguered by ephemera, beset by fatuous fears,
yet happiness morphs only when we aurify the heart
and let the Divine’s mirific mettle press into our clay.
For without that empyreal embrocation,
we writhe in desuetude —
a ruinous simulacrum of ourselves,
gripped by gnawing doubts,
careening through the clamor and clangor of the world.
But with it —
with that svelte, sylphlike, shimmering connection —
even the stygian gloaming grows gossamer,
even weariness winnows into wistful felicity,
even our molten moiety of sorrow turns comfort.
So let the Divine be our vade mecum,
our velvet panacea, our veridical panoply of peace.
Let its sonorous ardor regale our spirits,
its mellifluous mercy inure our wounds,
its lapidary light aurify our days.
For happiness is not a clod of chance,
nor a knavish chimera,
but the salient, sacred truth:
we thrive only when we tether our hearts
to the empyrean wherewithal that made us.
And in that connection —
that luminous, living nexus —
we become blithely, buoyantly,
free.