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The Peripheries of Love
by Michael R. Burch
Through waning afternoons we glide
the watery peripheries of love.
A silence, a quietude falls.
Above us—the sagging pavilions of clouds.
Below us—rough pebbles slowly worn smooth
grate in the gentle turbulence
of yesterday’s forgotten rains.
Later, the moon like a virgin
lifts her stricken white face
and the waters rise
toward some unfathomable shore.
We sway gently in the wake
of what stirs beneath us,
yet leaves us unmoved ...
curiously motionless,
as though twilight might blur
the effects of proximity and distance,
as though love might be near—
as near
as a single cupped tear of resilient dew
or a long-awaited face.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Magazine, Boston Poetry Magazine, Triplopia, Shadows Ink, E Mobius Pi, Underground Poets, Emotions Literary Magazine, Grassroots Poetry, Poetry Webring, Poetically Speaking, The Poetic Muse, Poet’s Haven, Poetic Voices, Nutty Stories (South Africa) and Gostinaya (in a Russian translation by Yelena Dubrovin)
across the busy mossy counter
servers wear alligator smiles
so large, they’re almost heard.
the espresso machine hisses
to launch smells of fresh brewed java
that weave into the scent of baked lemon muffins
tasted by charmed watery mouths.
The door swishes like a beacon
signalling its opening and closing
as customers enter and leave
curiously viewing the cafe’s hive like activity
I listen to voices buzzing orders
watch digits dance over phones and keyboards
and voices engage in animated pantomimes
cordiality is served with my espresso
and cranberry orange scone
as I forage through dog eared books -
‘for your reading pleasure’ the sign declares.
sipping my brew a voice asks -
“do you mind if I sit here?”
I answer too quickly,
welcoming the company
of their companion-
a large black shepherd like dog.
The irregular pulsing rhythm of
clicking laptop keys begins
fingers fly, the flow interrupted by
an audible slurp, followed by
more staccatos on the keys
while my company drools
on the coffee table
where a blueberry muffin waits.
Charlie’s got an old bar outside of town.
It’s pretty seedy and plenty run down.
Characters who don’t lightly suffer fools
go there to drink whisky and to shoot pool.
Some huffy stuffy ladies from up-town
decided one day they’d shut Charlie’s down.
On a crusade, they made it their mission.
All ‘round town they paraded petitions.
Didn’t like the cartoon-graffitied walls
or the limericks written on the stalls.
They said Charlie’s scarred their town’s pretty face,
called it a blight on the whole human race.
Charlie and friends put their heads together.
They called in Ben, the college professor.
A curious plan began to unfold
as they recalled the legends they'd been told.
The prof walked around. He nodded and "aw"ed
read the walls, and he’d guffaw and applaud.
"Charlie," he said, "think I know what to do
to save our dear bar and make you rich, too!"
He said, “Good man, this place is a gold mine!
Thanks to Andy Warhol and Gertrude Stein!
Except for this 'Careen? Abdul Jabbar’—
Your walls have been graced by many a star!”
“Historical” says the placard outside.
Now, the uppity biddies point with pride.
It all worked out fine. Charlie's got his friends,
his whisky and pool, and plenty to spend.
11/29/2018
Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen and Crusade Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Kutsinger
~a first place
Perhaps a way to turn
from failed
and often violent
retributive justice
to grab healthy hold
of restorative justice
Would ask,
What is this deep difference
between discerning judgment
and moralistic judgment?
To discern,
and not to condemn,
is mutually empowering
and not autonomously powering over another,
against all Others potentially suspicious,
falling short of my own godlike Mark,
Imprimatur,
Papal Seal of good personal housekeeping.
Moralistic judgment
is a win/lose game
always casting oneself
and one's own
as protagonist,
self-righteous wise Prosecutor,
representing your State's infinite not-listening Wisdom.
Discerning judgment
is a win/win game
of cooperative
co-invested compassion.
Discerning judgment
begins with listening for what we already share
in common point of view.
Moralistic judgment
seldom finds time
for such resonant celebration
in cooperatively-held sorrow
and joy,
personal defeat
and political triumph.
Active win/win discernment
bears more humbly in mind and heart and voice,
Do not tear apart
what we can't put back together
again
and again
and again
As faithfully as healing sunrise
and therapeutic sunset;
As mysteriously
and curiously restoring moon rise
and resonant moon fall.
Friends,
Trumpians,
EcoFeminists
We gather here
to no longer hear divisions
across a win/lose
zero-sum aisle
so we can see revisions
within a win/win
nonzero-exponential
future free of buried guile.
Green flowing fullness
no longer mourned
for lost love of deep theistic
preculturing wealth
buried in steep
sacred indigenous
metaphoric meaning
RedBlooded LeftBrain anthro-alien exceptionalism
may open whole resurrection systems
to universal anthro-healing skillsets
widely re-educating
re-birthing
re-incarnating analogical
ecological
theological shared cognitive purposes
felt sacred meanings
For getting,
and not forgetting to get,
out of bed healthy
and potentially happy
win/win optimistic
Even on this cold
wet grey Monday morning
buried inside claustrophobic
windowless
closed door
meet and meet
and greet and regreet
and regreet meetings
curiously scheduled
and rescheduled
and unscheduled
and overscheduled burials
of hidden win/lose agendas
Continuing sacred graveside
all afternoon
on into early dusk
late life
of peace returning
eventide outside
Benediction
for formerly divided
green ecofeminist aliens
and our redblooded
health happy wealth
of inside/outside allies.
I am Sheberra, the Ruler of Christmas Town of Swiss Miss lore.
Overlooking the decorating that will begin at six minutes past four.
My subjects are getting off work early to begin satisfying me.
Some of the suck-ups may begin as early as a quarter past three.
It is two forty-six now, so I am high on my queen’s view ledge.
I can see some of the spies hiding under bridges; one is under a hedge
Christmas Town will be beautiful decorated to its height by tonight.
It will be a gorgeous, awesome, curiously terrific bright sight.
Some of my subjects will climb up here trying to coax me down.
They are not my regulars, rather new to merry ole’ Christmas Town.
The ones who know me, have already left gifts at my door.
Salmon sandwiches, tuna casserole, catfish cotton candy and more.
I will be haughty and dainty, and let them wonder and think.
My husband knows me better, I shall give him a wink.
We will be the Santa and Queen Sheberra of Christmas Town.
I can smell those delectable dishes calling, so now I climb down.
I stood still on the top of the mountain
Gazing at the nature's colourful fountain
Wondering what's behind this amazing rainbow
I ventured curiously on to every high and low
The Violet proudly presented the Valiance behind her Royalty.
Indigo proved that Devotion yields Power and Dignity.
Blue demonstrated that Wisdom is the outcome of Stability.
The Prosperity, as Green proved, results from adventure.
The colour of sunshine revealed that Hope fuels Survival.
Orange disclosed the secret behind the joy of Freedom - Commitment.
Red introduced Courage as the guiding force of Self-empowerment.
I extrapolated these rainbow lessons to understand the essence of existence
Then I was amazed to look at every bit of life's radiance
On the other side of the rainbow of mother's love, there was labour.
On the other side of rainbow of success, there was the waterfall of sweat.
On the other side of the rainbow of sweet dreams, there was bloodshed.
On the other side of the rainbow of independent thoughts, there was abuse.
On every facet of life, only one side of colours is typically seen.
But the brushes that paint them are surprisingly umpteen.
Hoping to acquire daily integrity
she shopped for appropriate night time analogies
Conscious through correlational ecological relationships
he was found rooting through ancient creation theology
She felt Goddess light
through changing internal enrichment
in dialectal process development
becoming analogous spirited Beauty.
He knew God
as exterior natural,
yet interior spiritual,
unchanging universal Being
theology of TrueLight.
Mindful of diverse
yet universal Goddess bling
She curiously gathered harmonic spirits Bright
Conscious of externals
decomposing dark loss through fight
He courageously shattered polypathic night
Seeking inductive mysteriously changing climates,
internal with external,
Yet settling for deductive history of weather decomposition.
God creates weather
If we don't like thunderous patriarchal theology
we might wait ten minutes.
She will climate heal more,
heel less.
Secular disenchantment
greets Sacred matriarchal decomposition,
ecological deduction and disassociating reduction
newly graces theological green induction
and even wonder's emerging red cameo appearance--
enchanting mysterious aqua-marine seduction
Resilience restoring regeneration
decomposing happier climates
resonant with new theological weather seasons
Redemption's ultra-violet reasons
whether Being ecologically healthy Here
or Becoming theological wealthy wisdom Now.
Focused creation
on far too many changing climate chains,
restoring robust octaves of renovation
Theology's god and goddess Creators:
Ecology's goodness
through healthier cooperative multiculturing climates.
A reader of the stars am I. I’ve looked
into my crystal ball. Guess what I saw?
The woman of your dreams! You will be hooked
because her charms will fill your heart with awe.
A female with green eyes and princess ways,
she also has a bit of gypsy soul!
With her you will be blessed all of your days.
She is the other half to make you whole.
She’ll challenge you; together you will grow.
One other thing to know . . . curiously
she very much seems to resemble me!
Sept. 3, 2020
for Line Gauthier's Max 12 Lines - Poem-Inspired Prompt Poetry Contest
You can see her little poem that inspired this collaboration over at the contest pages.
On this desecrating Earth
Nature's BusinessAsUsual
is industriously
and perversely
secluded from Spirit--
naturality from spirituality,
climate health/pathology from internal weather events,
humane hope for health from divine faith in eternal wealth,
In our profane wealth-hoarding EgoGame,
short-term fatuous Win/Lose natural strategies
are loss-postponing futile dispiriting armaments,
empty entertainments,
pretend preoccupations designed to magically protect
against longer-term biological rotting death
Each Sacred Organic Dignity's
inevitably stalking Loss of identifiable Life--
Loss of active hope for sacred Truths
Hidden within secular Beauty
or even experiential health-optimizing WinWin Ways
to everyday continue multi-regenerationally wealth
creative curiously courageous camouflage cooperative
Thriving.
In a secular-languaged
LeftBrain dominant culture,
sapien and RightBrain WiseElder,
Natural experience reminds us
to become profoundly grateful
Ego death's natural outcomes
are predicated on input
experienced within spiritual EcoLife
EcoLogical Truth
Green Environmental hidden byways
matriarchally cooperative
Natural/Spiritual CoOwnership
of WinWin global through Ego aspirations,
attractions,
interests,
curiosities
timelesssly regenerating healthy/wealthy
nurturing and nutritional and nuanced Life
hiding Ego/EcoLogical Truths in plain relational loving light,
Left/Right bilateral short-
through long-term
timeless omnipresent Ways.
LeftBrain deductive secular Ego maps
of DNA Right BrainStemmed Rooted Healthy Wealth
sacred historically resilient
EcoTerritory--
hiding and dividing
inviting and revolutioning
LeftBrain's
hidden undomesticated SpiritVoices
heard happiest from OutDoor Natural ReSources--
DNA resilient
health/wealth bilaterally resonant RealTime--
notnot ZeroSum Prime DiPolar Rooted
in CommonGround Light
CoOperative AnimaMundi Truths, MultiCultural.