Long Burgeon Poems

In sorrow weeping upon your own bed 
I watch you now in sadness despairing 
Upon the pillow of pain lies your head 
Lost in the grief your temple is bearing 

My heart is light and...

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Variations on the Malay Pantun : The Old Man and the Short Story - VII-IX  Continued

  for Georges VOISSET, the "Master Keeper-Nurturer" of the Malay Pantun

Check out:  www.stateless.mysite.com/Pantouns-20-Aout-2017.pdf

(The pantun line varies between...

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I …

am provenience …
the heel of my father’s foot -
the damp of his brow
and his burgeon …
I am my mother’s bloom
sown in the soil of her intentions
seeded with wonder
and promise …
but some petals unfurl only...

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Hell-and-gone, my dreams are the bane of angels
          Crimped with light, yet ceded to swim in shadows
         ...

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dizzy spaces lie stretched between us,
leagues of empty land,
desert, the boundless impassive seas -
it may as well be an eternity...

we dwell in different worlds, you and I, segregated 
by age, by colour, by culture
your voice...

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DEAD SNAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAIL

SNAKE!  I see you!  
I see you tightly curled around that rock
waiting, in your evilness
to attack a man, passing.  Why?

I walk this trail, daily, almost.
It...

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I must refrain from 
wearing a mask of depression, 
Still retain joy in this deep 
recession. Give America a 
reason to be, but I must also 
decree; that if this world goes 
under, society must...

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Acts of contrition, on knees if I recount
Beatitudes, eight, sermon on the mount
Charity given, is blessings received
Dalai Lama, a Buddhist deity
Ecumenism, it understands and unites
Fascism erodes individual rights
Gaia, Greek goddess of our mother earth
Heresy, one's...

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My people
if only you would see
the beauty in you
if for an instant
feel all the emotions
of the buried love deep inside you

Such a glorious day would burgeon forth
released from all the human anthem
would lift the world
to...

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Ida Oaks
1827-1919

John gave me a good home.
Not one with plumbing and power,
But one with a solid slab, and a full well.
And while living in this Quaker homestead,
We found that life was precise and persistent.
But it...

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You can't call back the things you've done,
Nor stop the words you've spoken.
Accusing one another now,
Will not mend pledges broken.

The past is but a memory,
Of old things done and over,
Merely shades of times gone by,
That...

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But turn one compass point in your heart
and so to the palpitations of love
cause life to burgeon as if it be from the rod of Aaron
lay root imperceptible of ages
such foundation resolute

To her tender hands...

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When alive and the soul falters in relinquishing
the anguished memories of moments,
perhaps of loves that were never meant to flourish;
People around you shall appear as malefic beasts
thrashing at your soul.

During the brevity of the body's...

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Here I stand before creation,
  a fleeting flower fragile against the elements…
Intoxicating is my beauty in strength,
   for I am a transient in time a floral fugitive…
Demanding devotion and moisture,
  ...

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Coffin dodgers and nursing home lodgers,
wrinklies, pensioners and plain old codgers.
A drain on society, archaic models of piety,
bed blockers, youth knockers, paragons of sobriety.

But is all that we see, all that it seems,
the elderly, like...

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Subjugated by a Muse,

Who holds me in her grip.

Before too long, I'll blow a fuse,

Whilst biting off a lip.


I sell my soul but once a day,

By night I thus retract.

To the Dweller service pay,

Providing what...

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I burgeon its beating wings 
To give me a purpose to bleed.
Bleeding through a fury
For one needn’t worry.
But so tiny as fragments of broken glass
Piercing my feet in grass full of bees.
That is why it...

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With great agony its prisoners will yell
And its stings never will they quell
Nothing will spur them to sigh ,'Yippee'!
For horror and terror there will they see
People will burn in an eternal furnace
Where for them help...

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Some say rainbows are the prettiest things, 
And I like rainbowed colours that grow,
They grow and they burgeon, absurdly flowering, 
Spewing sharp spikes all for show,

Sharp spikes which are bright reflections of peace, 
Tranquil with...

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(The Kyoto Protocol, an international
treaty signed in December 1997, commits
member states to reduce their carbon
dioxide emissions.  The United States is
the only First World nation not to ratify
the treaty.) 

Spend it, squander, swill down, swallow,...

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SIX

To join the angels in joyful repast,
Where is no shame, nor overeating e’er,
Is her least gift, ‘tis given at the last…
Before, they stroke their golden dulcimers rare,
And sing like rivers babbling over rocks,
And sing like...

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A Slow Decline

Farmers wake, farm their fields.
Their wives tend hearth and home,
chickens, pull milk from cows,
slop the pigs. Fishermen struggle
against fleets of slowly departing
commercial ships, haul in smaller
catches of ever-smaller fish.
But entangled seals barbed in...

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Well heeled prove worth accumulating items 
Excess possessions symbolise hierarchy
Available funds allow aristocrat to buy them
Unwittingly sitting in prison of patriarchy
Drawn lustily to slope of have it all quagmire
Lay claim on the latest, insatiable aspire

Managing...

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Burgeon within her grace
For soon your eyes shall open
To the wondrous truth abounding
For you now hold the key
In mourning we stand bewildered
How can we truly comprehend
The divinity of pure freedom
Granted to such a miasmic soul
A...

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When seeds of hope are sown with love and care, 
And buzzing bees lured by blooming buds' fragrance, 
Lush palettes of green replace fields as yet bare, 
Farmer's eyes reflect harvest hues in vibrance;
Unfurling of...

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