Long Beaked Poems

"Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep"




The silent heart is found 
embedded in the 
Cathedral of 
The Forest Deep

The lost jewel
shines in the dark
see the reflection of emerald eyes
endless hazel woods scried

On Christmas Eve
when...

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“The Apocrypha of Familiars” 

Wings hover 
light luminescent
revelling sprites dark pearls
Corvidae shades
of a family 

highly functioning
dysfunctional plural
morphing unobserved
perceived non-unique 
spiralling into shape

more black and grey
than white spills 
from their eyes
light from their shining 
hidden away

intelligence...

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In a universe far far away
There lived a penguin, whose thoughts did weigh
Heavily on his mind.
He thought of a vast array of things big and small
But there was one facet he thought of most of...

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“Sacred Lakes”



There is magic 
in your shaman bones
stories shaken like strange mojo 
busy under cover of autumn leaves 
turning burnished topaz gold 
idling unrushed roll over

in honeyed slumber

turning back hands
to face a time of 
blushing...

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“The Tear”



How many oceans of salt 
does it take to form a tear?

Unrelenting waves of sorrow 
pounding a broken heart
hears the howl of sharp beaked foolish flying monkeys
ignorant feeding frenzies swallow whole lost families 
swept...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from...

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The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the strengthening light, 
In its deliberate and unconcerned   ...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 4: BIRTH/EVOLUTION

Simultaneous Flight
by Michael R. Burch

*The number of possible connections [brain] cells can make exceeds the number of particles in the universe. — Gerald Edelman, 1972 Nobel Prize winner for physiology and...

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.         Fairy Tale to Tell

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Tonight....10:30 PM....

I can't think straight...ahhhh!
My heart is thumping with love-coated hate! Ahhhh...

The chirping pests get louder and more obnoxious than ever
COULD YOU STOP THAT RACKET?
Shhhh! Dead silence.
The chattering twerps project their voices to the highest...

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Nests of weaver birds 
                              ...

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Gradually the crystalizing dawn -- more hardened  
    Than folded steel --- more sharper than 
  The blade that cuts! 
   Wisps of thin vapour, once loitering insidiously...

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"Lemonade"
 


Agency sent me to 
the territory of 
Lemonade dreams
where secret rendezvous
were disjointed 
and criminally spent 
shooting the cool breeze
she blew hot and cold 
covertly coquettish 
while they waited for 
absent common sense
to repent in...

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Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...

of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating 

nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus...

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Ooh a triangular prism made out of eighteen purple sashed curtains. Wow. Movement. Vortex of a synopsis and a synchronised swirling pattern. When a pea jumps into a swimming pool and performs the backflip it...

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LOOK OUT, IT'S GETTING DARK
Look out, itís getting dark
Time never strode
Viciously before
Treachery, torment
And unleashed lust
Demonstrated route-march
Even at broad day light
Look out, itís getting dark.
Daughter has not reached home
Look out ÖÖÖÖ.
Clutches of evil
So visible, virulent
Brutish libertines
Clung...

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HALLOWEEN  NIGHT

                    
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"Keynote"



"hand me your keys," 

she says smiling coolly
into his breeze

throwing getaway notes
out the window 

the sharp beaked blackbirds
flee scurrilously 

back where they belong
in the past, 

broken behind 
their token barriers

Heckle 'n Jeckle
Comic strip characters 

yapping...

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our lady of Guadalupe stands alight in corner air
her gown emerald, cerise, gold
Don Pedro stands afore
glass to glass in an amber glow
Lowry’s beaked bird of uva descent
shadows flicker here, there
on the morrow lies the tropical...

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He doesn't hum like the others,
just stays there at his post,
watching his feeder, waiting for the chance
to swoop again upon another
nectar-thirsty bird who dares 
to flutter a wing in the wrong direction.
In territorial defense
he's fast...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Five

Chief of Staff commandeered the Lake Restaurant and Sailing Club
Setting up mass long-term cuisine facilities for Robo-Cop
Turned Swimming Pool amenities into canteen facilities
Took over the now vacant Lycée...

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Staying on a promontory, I watch,
The wobbling mass of water below.

Before my eyes,
The sea stretches far;
An infinite scroll of chiffon,
Rolling and unrolling
In shades of green and sapphire.
In its sedate hours of brooding silence, 
A calm...

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A freight of this weight on my life’s plate I need to ablate with faith/
The fate I taste today I didn’t anticipate/
I’ll leave it to a higher rate and let my God facilitate and orchestrate...

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