Long Cooing Poems

Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity
by Michael R. Burch

“We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus

We had a common sky
before the Christians came.

We thought there might be gods
but did not know their names.

The common...

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Various Heresies 6

Altared Spots
by Michael R. Burch

The mother leopard buries her cub,
then cries three nights for his bones to rise
clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise.

Good mother leopard, pensive thought
and fiercest love’s wild insurrection
yield...

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June 12th 2017 TRANSITION revisited and revised today 4/2/2021

While scrolling over outdated docs
(i.e. namely OpenOffice documents)
derrière seated upon hard backed chair,
yours truly came upon following poem
to share with anonymous readers,
whereby slight modifications 
got made to...

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a mere fledgling of twelve, with dreamy eyes,                                                   ...

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When I woke the next day,
He was lying beside me, breathing steadily
I was no longer on the hard, monstrous back of the leviathan
My hands were burned from its horns,
I was laid upon his wings,
Burdened by...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and...

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Inevitable death defines afterlife

I mull mortality 
thru lens crafted occipital orbs
regarding a better future
experience sing a space oddity – 
whar incessant yaks
exuding a big hurt
emanate as cosmic atomic 
bipedal hominids replete roof lee wax
during a...

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A Statue Speaks

The morning takes it's first breath of daylight
Exhaling the sunrise that fills the sky with colored 
brilliance.                ...

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When Cupid fired an arrow in the air,
Where it might land?  He did not care!
His only intent?  To lighten his quiver,
When he shot his barbed Love dart thither!
So came the time, or so...

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When I was a male child
I prayed to an eternally mute dualdark goddess,
Gaia was our name
for each Other's
secular
sane
sacred
sacraments to share passion.

And so I heard bird songs
praising each day's anticipated Gaian glory,
everybody playing cooperatively nice,
or at...

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The feeling of comfort

Is one of the most incredible and humbling

Emotions that has ever flooded through my veins

And caressed every nerve in my body.



Having all of your troubles be lessened

And the ache of your troubled...

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Oh, why now? I had prayed for three more years,
Man lived, then we all die, and our resting is decided by a mortal,
Should it be with your father or mother or be by yourself?
I had...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the sun
crossroads...

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December 13, 2014

It still pains me to know you have forgotten me
It pains me that your heart is so blurred and far
It hurts to never get the chance to tell you
It hurts that I should...

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"Baroque Spring"


Viewed externally
I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to the mind swing

pushing away feelings
logic surely is the burning
answer to...

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Is ARANJUEZ a pining after the composer's mother ?

(Joaquin Rodrigo - 1901-1999 - who composed the " Aranjuez " concerto on piano in 1938/9 and which later was destined for the guitar and orchestra, turned...

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What if the difference,
or a more significant difference,
a profound past of Tipping Point reference,
between nondual Left-Right bicameral consciousness
and more dualistic philosophies
and religious theologies
Is ZeroPrime rooted
more in listening to outdoor acclimators
more than indoor would-be-transformative,
reforming,
retributive punishing
WinLose competition...

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How far from nature and life it is
the gray clouds, airplanes in them
the night cooing and pigeons roosting
Sirma's garden gone to roses and seed

                        That airplane overhead!
                        pointing the way
                        pointing to war

War being an aggravated condition of...

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The writer in me wants you to know that, 
I was an avid reader before I was a writer... 
As early as six, I became obsessed with reading…
any book - from aunt’s classic literature to mom’s favourite...

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I think it must be love!


                             ...

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Well what the Dickens is going on?
My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe
Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a fan

Twas…the tale of two skippers and two cities
Both burdened by...

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In some strange blue green aurora borealis kind of way
my days are an aged book 
I smell of leather bindings 
spine dented
I noticed my own fingernails
tuck them under
Try not to get distracted by vanity

The O'clock...

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I knew a man of careful life who longed to explore uncharted lands,
But family ties and circumstance for him held different plans.

Sometimes he would take a walk and find himself on the edge,
Of a great...

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Wake not to feel that all is maya  all futile all cyclic dust
           even if it were so the pain lingers   pain...

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