Long Complacence Poems

Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult

Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during...

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Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second...

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My Hunt was for the sonnet gems.
My complacence was absolutely stunning.
Wiping out my fake dreams,the key to my 
happiness was setting a realisable goal.
On the island of luzon, a beautiful scenic 
province is well established.
Our...

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Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during papa's prime time
many years past when complacence
existed about...

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when one stands up against injustice
when one spits in the face of those that oppress &
shows not one ounce of fear in their eyes
often, if fortunate, standing amidst others who have come to
the same conclusion,
at...

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The Holy Spirit through our souls searches
and in despair silently He cries:
there are so many Pharisees in churches,
exhibiting hypocrisy and lies.

About Christ abundantly they know,
their knowledge they're happy to parade,
but not His holy image they...

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*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 ......

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"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...

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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...

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when they come for you
with a fistful of “legal”
excuses,
covered in camo, bearing guns &
battering rams,
when they handcuff you &
the people you live with,
when they turn your house upside 
down &
accuse you of being in places
that...

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beware of s/he who tells you that they have
THE ANSWER---
something that we all haven’t seen before
something that we are told by them that we haven’t thought of on our own before
because anyone vain & self-righteous...

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So many passed by his sentinel in mournful tears
But then a foolish mistake, a murder on his watch
A life in another, this was not their future, but
It was so real, so close, so stupid, a...

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I am writing this poem about you!

It’s not an easy thing to do
because I don’t know you.
But I know there are billions
of people on this planet.
Some will die while I write this and
while you read...

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the once-believer in “god”
had been wallowing in the feeling of being all alone
in a world in which every contact that they had
was based on a work of fiction full of characters
on the basis of whom
millions...

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Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode. 

Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.

Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit...

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when did the “upstanding citizen”
learn to avert their eyes 
when stepping over a homeless person on the way to
their place of work?
when were such people taught that
the horrors of the world will never actually affect...

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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...

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Coming is a time
When words won't do it.
When the pen's no longer
Stronger than the bullet.
Coming is a time
When the price of life
Is your own survival.
Coming is a time
Of death and violence.
Lines in the sand
Will be...

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On the Verge 

Every hand is pocket bound,
eyes lifted from the TV’s hallowed glow.
Breath is released in a low sigh; 
worming, squirming, squat.

Thrust out of bounds in tandem,
nothing is done alone.
You’re seen, you’re sought, you’re...

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Every woe is a new poem
A new prose which fabricates the stars in the galaxy
They say about the spilling blood out from the heart
Like satin wine-drops in the pages
Behold! They hold their luck inside 
Tuck...

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lean back n’ 
close your 
eyes---pretend 
that no one is 
around even if 
someone is--- 
crack open yer   
beverage of 
choice pick it 
up in your hand 
ooh that plastic 
perfection with 
its...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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