Long Articulately Poems

No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur...

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before...

here where you have...

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Old Albert was frustrated.

He knew his famous ego-identity came from this solar eco-system
with four interdependent dimensional voices.

He felt his own original moment began with ZeroSum nutritional balance
between eco-centered womb 
and emerging ego-centered identity,

And, he felt...

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Sipping in solitude inaudibly,
I feel left behind like an orphan child, 
Waiting for a stranger’s ride, 
I was left on the front steps of someone else’s house and I’m left to be
An introverted child, brokenhearted,...

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Resilience planning
is to Disaster Management
for a crippled community,
As Permacultural  planning
is to Anger Management
for growing Ego Resilience.

When WinLose cards are dealt
by climates of dominating and emerging pathology,
Disaster and Anger Management present necessary
short-term skills,

But, insufficient when...

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What condition is my condition in?
said Yang to Yin.

Unconditional love of enemies,
antagonists,
annoying pests with deploying ideas 
of their own
about how I should be 
and could become right now,
requires more than non-violent listening,
although this is a...

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Attorney Giuliani,
concerned about perjury charges,
declares sometimes Truth is not True

So I suppose 
Fake is not necessarily False
and it's OK for us to believe
whatever feels most convenient,
given our orthodox requirements
to get through each WinTrue/LoseFalse day.

He might...

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ON LOOKING AT SCHILLER’S SKULL
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Here in this charnel-house full of bleaching bones,
like yesteryear’s
fading souvenirs,
I see the skulls arranged in strange ordered rows.

Who knows whose owners might...

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There they go 
                          A Lover and his Lass
 ...

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Inevitably...
Insecurity walls are closing in on me 
I'm trying to give credit to all who has dealt with me at this present time 
I'm grateful...so thankful as you can clearly see or feel at the...

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I don’t answer

Intensely personal questions people ask
For these shreds to pieces what is truly me
The pieces are of no use to them though.
The effort seems to stem from veiled envy 
Incisive curiosity or even subtle...

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I don’t answer
intensely personal questions people ask
for these shreds to pieces what is truly me
the pieces are of no use to them though.
The effort seems to be out of veiled envy, 
incisive curiosity or even...

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Pervasive personal questions people ask,
shredding to shards what truly is me.
The pieces are of no use to them though,
the effort seems at times 
to stem from veiled spite,
incisive curiosity or even subtle affront.
I forcefully flinch...

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“Its Given”
Its given living life intentional I awake daily in attunement living life on a purpose for a purpose
Germinating my flow
My ambition is struggle driven
My strengths derived from resiliency is flamboyantly noticeable its given
Im colorful...

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Trivia Night

I follow every backroad and freeway to see where they lead
And I look to the pages learned people read
I look at all the flea market uniquities and antiques,
And the things they’re liquidating at the...

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My autonomous ego's life
feels unfinishable,
unthinkably mortal in future disconnection;
an unfinished compassion life,
unfinishable love,
an unpolished divine icon
of Earth's self-promulgating creation,
recreation
becoming more articulately interdependent folks,
intersectional resacralizing populations,
self and other co-empowering creolization processors,
ego/eco-transubstantiating
north-western left hemisphere's historic win/lose secularization.

Meanwhile,
our...

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"Where you be from?" he asked of me.
I said, "I'm from here, Flushing, Queens."
"No, where you be born at is what I means." 
he proceeded to then ask of me,
and I replied to he accordingly,
"I...

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Enjoy these 9 haikus I have written shortly, yet articulately. II think you might find this one a treasure to cherish! Enjoy~ 

Your love drifts away
Yes, you move me like brave waves
Your love's here to...

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Why are you so glim?

Is the world around so dark and grey?

Are visions of life the scars left behind?

Putty melded, folded, twisted and bent
Articulately fermented bonded, ready to present. 

A fixed heart toward desires of...

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The Owl And The Pussy Cat By Edward Lear,
He, this poet was in top gear.
Exciting, extraordinary excellent read,
Oh the Owl and the Pussy Cat the child does need!
Warming well-being, whimsical write,
Loving loverly lovely light.
Awesome and...

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