Long Congeal Poems

I love you only because I love you
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I love you only because I love you;
I am torn between loving and not loving you,
Between apathy and desire.
My heart vacillates...

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Joe.; Making friends can be Hard I'm told, with keeping them harder; than finding, where hens teeth are sold!

Andrea.. Maybe it's hype the bonding thing? Yet there seemed wot truth in listening
Joe..Specially when we're getting...

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The real fealty
Fellowship with Deity
Not aseity

Where is His power?
Do not let His will sour
Why you don't flower

Man is not the cure
His righteousness is manure
God-Man must procure

Can't laugh off this One
Demons in the swine are done
To...

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Teddy was our mongrel dog who kept coming back to stay,
When my parents gave him up because we had to move away.
Three times my father took him back to live at his new home,
But we'd...

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I have lost more lines				
        than I have written				
           for they often come unbidden
    ...

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My on call (Uncle) Muse Never Sleeps
(aunt that title niece – ???
in this context pronounced nice)

Well...hm...I really did not wanna
     let the cat out of the bag,
    ...

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A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory...

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Here i sit                                ...

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Overwhelmed by his love,
My lover set out to weave a tent for me
A house, with me in which it would delight him to dwell
A grand mansion over which He spared no expense

Consumed with loving concern...

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I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:

This screed you call...

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Love - what is love? A generous heart pierced by a longing like a cry,
Clasped hands in the prayer of silence; and a deaf, endless, and unjust despair.
Life - what is life? A sequence of...

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'Tasting' the Lips of Heaven!

Do we 'taste' our 'creator(s)?' when loving night skies? 
For we gather now all that we 'see,' must be stars
Or detritus they leave (what's cast-off when they die).
More poetic, perhaps -...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The Beggars ’neath the balustrades,
and broken Children, Chambermaids,
are running wild from wraiths, afraid
	of dreams where death redoubles.
They fritter time with tattered threads
(from ragged clothes they’ve left in shreds),
crocheting hoods to...

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we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever...

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Oh, Don't Blame Me!

Oh, don't blame me, at times (if I miss better rhymes,)
When my thoughts are like Jell-O that doesn't congeal,
Must we fault 'rush to judgments,' when they're not ideal?
If my poetry fails you,...

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loving male, natural of pleasure, quintessentially 
rendered suitable to us via way ova our darling daughter.

tis the blessing of this average, contemplative damn 
ejected flotsam globular human impish jokester kooky lamb
misunderstood nonestablishmentarian outlier praises quality ram

rod sterling...

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shivering teeth the ceiling’s descent,
the drunken spongy borders of
dim imagined soggy pulsing
images in foggy spots,
exhalation and the sound of exhalation,
sense as the center of dampening paper
surrounded by our soft cocooning breath.
the shrieks are streaked across...

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I smile at you when you aren’t looking.

The set of your mouth, as it furrows irresistibly

Commandeering your face into the desired degree

Of aloof concentration. Chin in hands, you rove about

A world I catch only in...

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I want set fire
To white paper
Make black char into pale pictures of ash
To burn desire
Till the vapor
Like broken scintillations as sunlight crash

Though I dream, yet
Still I hunger
Still I hackled shudder with each crack and scream
For...

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I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather
From your verse the voice, to align it with my own song,
May words flow in a magic pulse, under the clear moonlight,
Swaying in metaphor and dream, until I...

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In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly,
Invoke the unseen magic, unravel silk works in the deep night,
Tame as a magus who dares, let fall veils of silence,
Breathe...

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There is an old tall tale told by the elders in the Village.
It says that the skulls come up from the dead.
That their bones deteriorate and the skulls are only valued.
When the moon is full...

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sans to stand proud and tall 
   (all five and a half feet, but blunted maximum height 
   topped off just shy of seventy inches - 
   in reference...

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When you said to me,
"Climb up here,  It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity, 
far gone...

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     Roads of gold and gates of pearl are thoughts solidified, finding resting place here, 
having been purified, first, in a trial by fire- 
in the bulwarked organ 
of love's pineal...

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