Long Babbles Poems

"The Monochrome Echo Chamber"




How many Roads
to "IT"
Black 
as Black & White? 
or Unicorns and Rainbows?

Unitarian 1 and only 1 
Trinitarian 3 exist in 1 
An answer 
arrives 
unheralded 

Reversed in Time
Something 
has lit the fuse
Something...

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Dr. Zebediah Killgrave, male, human species, 5'11', normal weight.
born in Rejeka, Croatia, charismatic, a physician turned international spy. 
On a mission to infiltrate a chemical factory, he is doused with an unknown
chemical (pheromones) that...

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--- but as if patiently waiting

to be translated back into Earth again --- :

inscribed timeworn standing stone stelae

--- things in themselves ---

as if half-expecting that at any moment 

the next traveler will arrive there,

the one...

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Martial epigram translations

Epitaph for the Child Erotion
by Marcus Valerius Martial
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Lie lightly on her, grass and dew...
So little weight she placed on you.

I created the translation above after the Nashville Covenant...

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I was your treasured secret 
and as you wished, I never said a word.
Just listened faintly for the next echo 
asking me again to dreaded dark,
where you yourself spoke often and I listened, 
knowing soon...

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1. Your few dents don’t join to form a rabble
I am still in growth, talking in babbles
not bad to be a hen and a sparrow
still much needed by me, a straight arrow
from the two sides,...

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Every morning at a quarter to six, I can hear my he him trotting down the hallway to the bed where I lay, shriveled up under my weighted blanket, so fat and un-tall.
There’s a part...

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three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious 

beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds 
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice

as canines erupt, she moans from...

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I want you partially submerged in a gentle stream
Lying on a soft bed of polished pebbles
With the warm sun reflecting from your face
As you close your eyes to white darkness
I want you to sense my...

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Spring sashay this way 

Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site 
Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting from the brooks water sprite,
As the water babbles over pebbles...

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It was a great Tuesday to be alive.
The birds were singing, butterflies back, lilacs blooming.
Fragrances of freshly baked bread coming from Mom’s window.
It was one of those dancing, prancing happy days.
A fabulous day to be...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine...

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imagined by others,
s/he is approached as the
perfect candidate,
s/he is that last 
perfect
puzzle
piece,
which will make the whole
monstrosity,
complete &
not a shred of talent matters,
not a shred of ambition is
needed,
not a shred of ideals, not a
shred of intelligence,...

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 MY SECRET RIVER
~~~~~~~~~~

Its source some distance from its end, highlands.
A little trickle meanders a mile.
Pure, full of many forms of life, no fish!
Now babbles over rocky ground, the brook,
widening, now with banks, sticklebacks, the...

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Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I hope that you can solve a problem for an old baboon,
I’ve said some things to a dear friend of mine and it makes me feel like I’m a buffoon.
I said...

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The wordsmith toils over hot metal fonts in wellsprings
Struggling like a blacksmith to hone and shape 
    thoughts and images into typeface words and poems.
To conjure up meanings from thoughts twisted, prodded,
...

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Ever wonder why we fight to survive 
Is it all worth it to live then die 
No given power to take a life
one minute here
then gone in a blink of an eye
Names fade away with...

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crouching down to 
“get on the same level” as the child standing before her/him,
with one hand brushing away a few flies that have
nestled themselves in the hair of the kid
as the sun beats down 
burning...

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I write this poem here where i lay 
Where sunshine is gone i could only see grey 
Where babbles of a monster who refuse a weapon was told 
Not a fairytale of a monster that'll...

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 and she said
Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams
but today I live in my daughter's happiness
All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own
All my friends I do not see,to stay with...

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He who seeks pain for pleasure is a real aboriginal,
Runs slowly yet leads subservient to international.
He who has a mental condition stable aberrational
And is clearly confused for his rule over junior biennial.
Is such one busy...

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Like a river that carves its way,  
The language flows; learning starts each day.  
Babbles of sound, first words take flight,  
A gurgling stream, bathed in morning's light.
 
Sentences grow as tributaries join,  
Grammar's banks keep...

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The violet tress of clover blossom,
marks the countess' winter solemn.
Her sorrow,
her cardinal wanton 
for her prince,
falsely in prison.

There is no respite to her yearning.
There is no satiation to her craving.
There is no solvency to her...

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"Are they going to take him off life support?" 
I heard my middle daughter whisper with burden.
In a silenced gasp of terror,
I knew I was the subject matter. 
A doctor's prognosis, in layman's terms: 
damage...

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“To be or not to be: that is the question” - William Shakespeare


I am ...
breath-to-breath the breasted thrums
a coursing quick to sear the veins
molten marrow, binding beast
to the neural tap-dance
bloated brains borne
a-back their own
self-indulgent
euphoric
ruin.

I am...

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