Long Cowering Poems

Date: December  2042

Early afternoon, Damian was 
Busy in his den planning the trip 
To Trinidad. He called CJ first 
To confirm his commitment to
The project. "Hey brother you
Still on for that trip we spoke
About."...

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Early morning dawn July
"Mallory"  Damian whispered, sliding 
Closer to her. "Mallory" he Whispered 
Again gently caressing. She wanted
To say stop. It was to late
he moved quite quickly. He spread
Like wild fire. Soon consuming her.
The...

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Tell me, my friend,  
does infinity not unsettle your reason,  
or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless?  

Look beyond the rust of your disbelief—  
this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you...

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Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in...

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When they came to a side hall Joulupukki stopped.
     “Do you feel the magic?”  He said to her.  She nodded.  He stepped around the corner, on the far...

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She Hasn't Killed me yet
                           58.

   ...

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I need to relax for a change
One last time, I'm giving it all of my might to fight the good fight
It's eccentric how time flies; I guess it's about time to rearrange...
I don't have a...

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(or swing sets and monkey bars)

A pitch perfect spring day
such as today April 8th, 2022
within quaint hamlet 
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
in close proximity within mind's eye
to Lake Wobegon, Minnesota
finds me reminiscing...

When, scads of light years ago
(half...

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* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

     ~

eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look unnatural -
as if printed,
but unfinished ... incomplete …
yeah ...
blood, but...

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To a Mouse
by Robert Burns
translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sleek, tiny, timorous, cowering beast,
Why’s such panic in your breast?
Why dash away, so quick, so rash,
In a frenzied flash
When I would be loath to run after you
With...

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Although born in Scotland I have no memories of there as we left when I was two.
My first recollections are of Las Palmos in the Canaries.
I recall the donkey passing daily and being told he...

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"The Shattering Silence of Falling Leaves"




In Theta waves 
tumbling to 
The Land of Dark Dreams
Trees will capture and save
the falling Princess and Queen
An Bee Cailleach
invisibilia simulacra viro
An Bee Cailleach scries heroes 
incarnate falling in 
The...

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My thoughts drift...back 
...to days-long ago...
like faded photographs...
the sun is
bright... 
the day is brilliant and crisp...

I stand among the forest of lost moments
like, dear, that run and play...forgotten...memories
...the hunting grounds of my
youth...

Images of love vanished
...victories...

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I see us
cowering within
our safety walls
of sterile
nonorganic comfort

I feel us,
almost smell us,
struggling
vacillating between pungent stink
of fear inside
and acrid
acidic anger
about life sucks outside

Emerging toward viral hate
directed against entitled Others
unwelcomed emoting immigrants
encroaching on our safe home space

It...

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...Two plus two equals four...

I've often wondered,

...four plus four equals eight...

as I look back on my life,

...eight plus eight equals..., and so on,

if the sum of my experiences
is the essence of who I am.
Is that...

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“Only girls cry!…Oh, boo hoo!” laughed my brother, (as big brothers often do)
 He had been taunting me, teasing me, heckling me, as I whined, complained.
 Neither of us would have won a prize, for...

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Snorting, snarling, spewing, glowing
phosphors from its flaring, hairy nostrils
the Truesoarius is a mythic dragon
that stalks and lurks in lore.
Never cowering in a cave,
ready to rise from the deep seas
or from mountains poised to pounce,
in the...

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Torn by the lies of the past
Of the future
Of the present 
Shredded by the mocking faces 
But I wanted to love
To be held with such care
But to dare 
To fail once more
To open that door
The...

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Somebody saw the enemy’s fearless leader
secretly slinking away
The battle in the blood desert field of Raqqa
was still raging on
Hell’s fury had more than a pound of flesh
left to take
But that fearless leader, 
who was seen...

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He Lived: Excerpts from “Gilgamesh”
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I.
He who visited hell, his country’s foundation,
Was well-versed in mysteries’ unseemly dark places.
He deeply explored many underworld realms
Where he learned of the Deluge and why Death...

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A busted boys heart

Beaten black and blue

His bloody hands pray for help

A cowering child

Shaking by the door

Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help

A woman in fear

She knows her husband will be home

She speaks...

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Where have you been?
Where are you off to? Here I am again
It’s been a while since I last talked to you
Long time, no see
You’re still sprouting like a unwavering tree
Running the extra mile for a...

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hundreds of my pictures on his wall
take the dog for a walk
change my clothes
flashin my eyes as i come back out

the last child that lived here
locked in a room never allowed to go out
no thanksgiving...

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Scary like some other long winded stories

Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Allowing the beasties free reign in the village
Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound

Pacing the streets,...

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(first you must Read Out of the Shadows - P1 and Out of the Shadow - Hit Man)

You wont be disappointed!!!!!
 

As his wife resigned from the garden pool that summers morning
Joe smiled then left...

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