Long Cultivates Poems

Auschwitz Rose
by Michael R. Burch
											
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon’s, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I still love her and extend this sacred...

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I grew up with rural Michigan white red-neck evangelical root systems.
These did not always feed my multicultural self/other liberation of the GLBTQ subclimatic root system
for regeneratively healthy instincts,
yet I learned to survive within this fundamentalist-alien-straight...

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Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising nondual yolk form
with transparent regenerative function,
cosmological purpose, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, 
or a...

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Lost
for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba
by Michael R. Burch

Something inescapable is lost—
lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,
vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars
immeasurable...

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Herein, the evolutionary positive psychologist's voice is that of C,
leaning sometimes toward the yang-ego identity side,
while the evolutionary ecopolitician's voice,
doing his best to play WinWin ecotherapist, is D.

C: The best way to live is by...

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Nothing to hide*, Translation of a poem: “A coeur ouvert” by (René) Etiemble

		For Jeannine

(Later in life, Etiemble suppressed his first name, ostensibly on account of the accented “é”
 ending his first name and preceding the...

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Life is precious , therefore he cultivates it
     it's vastness among all his compositions
   they flow like an aria from many instruments
       ...

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La Poetess Gardener;
And in her garden she's growing;
Small flower Jan Allison;
We thank you for your words and verses of encouragements;
How be it some funny, a lot heaven sent;
We thank you for sharing your creativeness;
A small...

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Todesfugue ("Death Fugue")
by Paul Celan
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Black milk of daybreak, we drink you come dusk;
we drink you come midday, come morning, come night;
we drink you and drink you.
We’re digging a grave like...

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Regardless of our faith, in Love we can believe,
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of...

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My mind is as fascinated with investments and divestments
as my body is attracted to healthy and beautiful vestments,

and haunted by prospects of naked loss of home
and integral identity.

My vested interests emerge issues and concerns about...

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God is always the greatest- Sylvia Frances Chan wrote

And me-

God is the greatest
who said- Human or God!

if I say God is great
Yes, because of my belief
If any human, the believer says
Yes, because of belief

If any...

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I wonder why some people get offended because you believe differently than they do? I am very happy to give others the latitude to cherish their beliefs and worship (or not) in the manner they...

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In the silent calling only you and I;
Your voice is Speaking to my soul;
The more you whispered, I sigh;
You're outside the noise everso;

Your voice is my breath;
You're my effervescent witness;
Ever blessed;
Anointing me with light;
You are...

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A FARMER
A farmer is in a village .
24 , years , is his age .
He cultivates under rays .
One day , he meets with a sage .
Then , he says ,
‘ you will be the...

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Poetry IS the Mother of ALL art.
The completion and the part.
A private punchline-divine.
Be it the fruit or be it the vine.
It is The IS, sometimes the Music,
sometimes the Muse for us.
The usery that uses us.
The...

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                       H o n e s t y,
     ...

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Dear Mom, I bet the day you held me to ya chest in Abeline, was the day you felt that you’d accomplished everything 
But time is flying by 
It’s see you later not goodbye hearts...

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When it rains, it shines in these radiant beaming eyes of mine.
When it's cold, it's warm in these promised lands I've come afar to farm.
When you're there, I'm right here and there's nothing for us...

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I have been told our culture cultivates moral decline
That we live in a time which pushes propaganda of pleasure, sex, and self interest

Our cultural standard of clothing has gone from the scandal of showing your...

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Dearest Santa, it's to you  I write
To enlighten you about our plight
Isn't the Christmas all about peace?
If so you must listen to our pleas

We are the turkeys, Grown for Christmas 
Genetically selected, fattened for...

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JAKE CASTLE’S - THE THRILL OF THINGS

Characterized by routine or superficiality, his mouth was full of draught when he spoke unthinkingly.
Awry was his eyes as he told of events that had transpired.
He laughed aloud with...

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The nitty-gritty about LOVE it is that she is willing and submissive to render bright light to the world of mine.
Butterflies are buzzing their LOVE to the world, and masticating the pain they had experienced...

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I'm moving from the darkness to the light
 I am not afraid to move ahead 
   To leave childish things behind
     Happiness starts with the mind
   ...

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Be the best of who you can be; 
Be the best of who you are.
Awesome then you shall be
And you'll shine like a star!

If you fill your heart with Love, 
For hate, there'll be no...

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