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These are epigrams by Michael R. Burch
Road to Recovery
by Michael R. Burch
It’s time to get up and at ’em
and out of this rut that I’m sat in.
A man may attempt to burnish pure gold, but who can think to improve on his mother?—Mahatma Gandhi, translation by Michael R. Burch
A mother's heart is God's ultimate masterpiece.—St. Therese of Lisieux, translation by Michael R. Burch
Fools call wisdom foolishness.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch
My objective is not to side with the majority, but to avoid the ranks of the insane.—Marcus Aurelius, translation by Michael R. Burch
I discovered the Goddess in your body's curves and crevasses.—attributed to Sappho, translation by Michael R. Burch
Warmthless beauty attracts but does not engage us; it floats like hookless bait.—Capito, translation by Michael R. Burch
Experience is the best teacher but a hard taskmaster.—Michael R. Burch
Time will tell, as it always does in the end.—Michael R. Burch
Time flies, until it's flown.—Michael R. Burch
How can the Bible be "infallible" when from beginning to end it commands and condones but never once condemns the satanic institution of slavery?—Michael R. Burch
Atheists give God the "benefit of the doubt."—Michael R. Burch
The enemy is not without, but within our gates; it is with our own complacence, our own folly, our own cutthroats and criminals that we must contend. — Cicero, translation by Michael R. Burch
Let me bend the world to my will
though it resist still.
—Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: epigrams, road, recovery, rut, Sappho, goddess, beauty, wisdom, mother, god, teacher, time, bible
*Image of Blues by Google.com.
Blue In Centerstage
Fondly, instants our measure of blue ... a boost or flat bring on,
Promptly, sea and sky are limelight ... point of view as quite concise,
Nonchalantly, unconcern and clamminess ... ranks are withdrawn,
*Fait accompli, preceding segments ... sway tactfully suffice.
Begets the 'ins' ... inspiration, intuition, intellect,
Pirouettes credence, responsibility ... and confidence,
Plaquettes of ... honorable awards, stellar ribbons select,
Assets of the unique bluish shades ... influence prominence.
Truly in hints of unswerving order ... peace, calm, and patience,
Cerulean surge deep relations ... o'er those superfluous,
Julian age casts peasant clothes ... purple made nobles complacence,
Herculean genders preferred hue ... business partners a plus.
Introspective chroma ... symbolize wisdom and conviction,
Defective draw sadness ... abysses of the human psyche,
Infective features ... induce fears, threats, and constant affliction,
Effective tint ... guides profound acumens by the almighty.
Cobalt animate ... ingenuity and enlightenment,
Pole vault reputations ... paint artisans treasured qualities,
Assault on nervous manner ... random acts disentitlement,
Exalt betterment ... magnify productive monopolies.
Cyan et al., ... are appetite and sleeplessness suppressants,
Point man merges the bluewashed value ... constant and unchanging,
Yes-man splashes ... versatile befits locations quintessence,
Wiseman choose ... blue on blue light-heartedness ever exchanging.
*Fait accompli: a thing accomplished
2021 November 04
*2nd Place*
BLUE
~~Mystic Rose Rose: Judged 2021 November 06
As human, with humans, like milk with water, you mingled.
In you, love for anyone and anywhere got kindled.
Martha, Mary, and Lazarus were your friends and neighbours.
They from you, and you from them, bestowed and received favours.
As a sister to a brother, Martha brought you complaints.
Mary was busy with immortal matters like the saints.
Tell Mary to reach out to me in my work, Martha said.
Mary has chosen the best; you said, Let her go ahead.
Meals, conversations, and times of joys and sorrows you shared
For each of their feelings, as though a close comrade you cared
Sparks of celestial graces engulfed them in your presence.
As though innocent children, there's no self-complacence.
With contemplation and action, life, death, and rising flew
In your words, deeds, and actions, breezes of compassion blew.
False winter—deceitful—fuels the unrest.
Paris preyed upon; men’s anger coalesced;
guns frame the debate.
Pride and despair fan the unholy flame.
The dispossessed grab weapons and take aim,
do words or actions desecrate?
Twelve dead in Paris—and a free press denied,
mourn for the loss, when faith and guns collide.
To men with no life, there’s only death.
Fathers and mothers, daughters and sons cry;
the workings of men leave no time for goodbye.
Shout, “Vive la liberté” with each breath.
False warmth stirs a hornet’s nest, of dispossessed
on Boulevard Richard le Noir, hate crests.
Guns frame the debate.
Words are warriors, oh there’s might in the pen
what do men die for—ideas council men.
Loss, want, and hate dictate.
With bombs, knives, and guns Europe-wide
strike concern where complacence was decried:
no homes, no jobs, unrest,
societal problems in oversupply.
Your eyes, open your eyes, the dead cry.
There must be more than death.
First Published in here/there magazine UK 2015
"Escalating the Muse"
Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty
from the
Book of Truth,
a page moored
in transparent skin
;
Black,
tattooed ceremonially
on the tongue
speaks diaphonous
Freedom
Written on the body
stretches stories ripped
and tall, they are torn,
a small revolution
amongst the crowds of
alphabet coding
in a tight sealed tin
akin to a
Can of Campbell’s Soup
Escalates the
Muse
Written in the body
a work of art, beautiful,
pure and stubborn centred,
dirt muddied yet,
clean stripped,
balanced for the
Laymen betwixt
Papillon
folded Wings,
en stasis,
looks through the Chrysalis
towards the you in gilded story
the Higher requires analyses,
there She thinks,
writes the Muse
tattooed on the tongue
Words
projecting Muse to
Escalation
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb/gvlm
for my daughter,
Georgia
;
"LUX VITAE"
"Brûle-moi" / Jean-Louis Murat
https://youtu.be/M6l_sQQ8lS0
"Distractions" / Zero 7
https://youtu.be/6ng6IKp8uao
"What New York Couples Fight About" / Morcheeba
https://youtu.be/RUE0J2UvThM
"Golden Years" / Bowie
https://youtu.be/JUuRGRcY9O0
Battement de coeur dans
;
Battement de coeur vers l'extérieur
I’m a rhymer all-the-timer
And a follower of rules.
I’m afraid of crowded places
And of virus molecules.
I’m a reader and a leader
In resisting any change.
I’m content with my surroundings;
Feel no need to rearrange.
I am jealous and I’m zealous
When it comes to kith and kin.
I’m competitive in sports and games
And always play to win.
My complacence with impatience
Means, for me, there is no cure
And when stressed I freak out quickly.
(I’m not proud of that, for sure.)
Introspection and reflection
Are what all these hours can do.
What’s the point of all this knowledge?
I don’t really have a clue.
Searching for the time…
Awaiting your appearance…
Patiently, I wallow in my self affliction
As you seem to draw near
I hesitate to believe your arrival
For so long
You’ve steadily approached- but,
Never settled
Through so many years of living without you
I’ve adapted, but never changed
I’ve adjusted, but never accepted
Accepted the fact that I am to live without you
I’ve never been complete
I’ve never seen complacence
Deprived of the world’s greatest emotion,
I’ve existed,
But never lived
So now
As rumors of you linger
I maintain composure
So that I am certain
That the feelings that I imagine
Are what you shall bring
Love…
I yearn to call upon thy name
You are all I need
To call and hear your answer
To know once and for all,
That finally,
You are here for me
my name is SINNER SAVED BY GRACE~~
In the yard in the moonlit night
You called me out of the garden
Because of my disobedience
You locked me out of second -heaven
By choice I choose to be complacence
my name is Sinner Saved by Grace
I'm ashamed my fore father
He whom made the wrong choices
Didn't transpose but in that instant
I choose to stop listening to those loud-silent voices
Of discord negativity I no longer will bother
While living this moment in this instant
You called me out of the garden
Because of my disobedience
You locked me out of second -heaven
By choice I choose to be complacence
my name is Sinner Saved by Grace
7/27/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
from anthology "MAYBE LONELY BUT NOT ALONE YOUR READING MY WORDS"
Modern day Empire
The same as old,
Man doesn't really have time
Just Inventions and different clothes.
Still craving our nature the two split purpose,
Consumption and reproduction
All else is conjuring vanity,
An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.
Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,
Being compounded by every grasp that meets ear, eye and touch.
Never forget the truth bearing lust,
that feeling of inner-ness that splinter-hair precision awareness
And ask the question you've subconsciously locked away
Why are you being and what are the aims?
And then at that moment your shell will fall apart
so remind yourself of the real truth the binds mind and heart,
and roam among your ancestors in the lyceum of endless fascination
in one's mighty reflection and complacence.