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Glimpses of you…
An image so mesmerizing, I bask in shame to rely on these bedazzled eyes
So full of wisdom and heart, your globes keep me glazed
Grazed on the swift-shotted bullet of your gaze
Do not let him see how he drives me mad
Get your head out of space, decapitate this case
This spell of ever-turning lust crumbles me to dust
For this love both devastates and fulfills me
Makes a monster out of me—strong-wills me!
I ache—god, how I ache
As I reach for a touch of your glorious existence
Darting through the crackled splinters of resistance
It is a throbbing pain pulsing in my brain
Wetting the corners of philosophic peaks
To discover your roots are for another
I drive down underneath
Take a shot of your toughest glass
And turn your head away from the lure
Push it aside that his intentions are pure
Find a path towards the sycamore
Focus on the tree’s gallant twists
In life never succumbing to the neurotic mists
She grows toward the sun like she needs no one!
Worrying not of the bullets—for she is the gun
Stand tall amongst the majority’s dream of original
Your heights will keep you satisfied
For in lust we only die
The sun’s strong rays provide the hope for better days
Yet still at times the branches twist and rest upon his gaze
Poppy
by Michael R. Burch
“It is lonely to be born.” – Dannie Abse, “The Second Coming”
It is lonely to be born
between the intimate ears of corn . . .
the sunlit, flooded, shellshocked rows.
The scarecrow flutters, listens, knows . . .
Pale butterflies in staggering flight
ascend the gauntlet winds and light
before the scything harvester.
The winsome buds of cornflowers
prepare themselves to be airborne,
and it is lonely to be shorn,
decapitate, of eager life
so early in love’s blinding maze
of silks and tassels, goldened days
when life’s renewed, gone underground.
Sad confidante of worm and mound,
how little stands to be regained
of what is left.
A tiny cleft
now marks your birth, your reddening
among the amber waves. O, sing!
Another waits to be reborn
among bent thistle, down and thorn.
A hoofprint’s cleft, a ram’s curved horn
curled inward, turned against the heart,
a spoor like infamy. Depart.
You came too late, the signs are clear:
whose world this is, now watches, near.
There is no opiate for the heart.
Originally published by Borderless Journal
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Virginal
by Michael R. Burch
For an hour
every wildflower
beseeches her,
"To thy breast,
Elizabeth."
But she is mine;
her lips divine
and her breasts and hair
are mine alone.
Let the wildflowers moan.
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If Love Were Infinite
by Michael R. Burch
If love were infinite, how I would pity
our lives, which through long years’ exactitude
might seem a pleasant blur—one interlude
without prequel or sequel—wanly pretty,
the gentlest flame the heart might bring to bear
to tepid hearts too sure of love to flare.
If love were infinite, why would I linger
caressing your fine hair, lost in the thought
each auburn strand must shrivel with this finger,
and so in thrall to time be gently brought
to final realization: love, amazing,
must leave us ash for all our fiery blazing.
If flesh’s heat once led me straight to you,
love’s arrow’s burning mark must pierce me through.
Keywords/Tags: birth, light, love, love hurts, flight, flying, life, heart
May We Make Love At The War Front?
May I Know You While Iron Leads Flies Over Our Heads?
May I Know Why Our Bodies Tangle In The Grass;
Soaked By Bloods, Sweat & Tears Of Soldiers Of Love?
May We Thrust While You Trust Me To Be There With You Till The End.
May We Kiss While Canon Balls Decapitate The Heads Of Men?
Shall I Dip My Stick Of Life In Your Deep Shallow?
May We Tumble & Flip As Men Scream In Pain & Regrets?
May I Burrow My Nails On Your Flesh While War Cries Announces The Beginning Of Massacre?
May We Make Love On The Dead Bodies Of Fallen Men Of Valour?
May I Know You While Men Are Dying For Their Land And Families?
May I Get You Pregnant Whilts We Loosing Our Men?
May I Feel Your Love Tonight Before We Bid Our Farewells?
Pain was something that a man loved to inflict.
He had four daughters and he was very strict.
He demanded control of his wife and daughters.
He had two Son-In-Laws who he slaughtered.
He murdered his first Son-In-Law for the life insurance money.
And he got twice as much cash because it was Double Indemnity.
When he blew off his hand for the insurance money, they wouldn't pay him anything.
So when he decided to decapitate himself, it was all for nothing.
He was eventually brought to justice for the evil that he inflicted.
But he wound up not going to prison even though he was convicted.
He staged his death to look like murder but he actually committed suicide.
He was a very dangerous and evil man, that's something that can't be denied.
The things he did were too horrible to contemplate.
He left this world at the age of 54 in March of 1978.
(This is a true story)
In life’s lowest moments, it is challenging to gather the strength to rise again.
The hurt and pain decapitate your reasoning. Your functions and extremities are paralyzed, it's like falling into an endless pit. Nothing in life matters in that moment, even the wind on your face exacerbates your grief and agony.
In that moment in time, there is nothing to look forward to or to live for, and you feel like you're trapped in that timeline forever.
The hardest thing to do is to take that first step. To know in your heart that you deserve to move toward the light and heal and go through your metamorphosis, and to embrace your reality. That is true strength from within. To transform and evolve and to become a new and better version of yourself.
...You see it when folks speak of ‘the oppressed,’
determined to make sure “It’s all redressed,”
if you’re ever suffered you need compassion,
no matter the evils you yourself have done,
so criminals who go riot and steal
deserve compassion, their “struggle is real,”
get let out early, or don’t face arrest…
then repeat their sins in greater excess.
And terrorists who target innocents
on purpose to see their message is sent,
get defended by ‘compassionate’ types,
who feel they’re oppressed, the their actions right.
Eve when infants they decapitate
the compassionate cry, “Violence is hate!
Do not strike back, that will just make it worse,”
ignoring the people they put in the earth.
Terrorists know this, make people their shields,
for them to die so the ‘compassionate’ squeal,
use that compassion to preserve their lives
when by right their evils means they should die.
Does this mean that all compassion is wrong?
Of course not, some degree always belongs,
but too much is as bad as to little,
like many things we should aim for middle,
not think that it can solve any crisis,
human nature just does not allow this,
for all the good that compassions brings me,
to use nothing else just brings tragedy.
Darkness gathers in
a raucous cloud of wings
to swell in trees, a seething mass
of movement like a maggot ball
hung high in a canopy until all
subsides into a folded quiet.
Air then becomes the domain
of the silent whose
wings beat in whispers
and are cloaked in stealth.
My mind paints a picture of an owl
swooping low with talons
drawn to hook an unwary
mouse. Raptors are no threat
to me.
I fear those other wings
let loose by man that my eyes
cannot see, but slice the air
on the edge of hearing,
can fly clean through
the center of thought
and decapitate a feeling. These
wings kill or leave wounds
that weep and never heal.
Let's not be afraid to make a stand
Against hate and bigotry on this land
Let's stop the hypocrites cold
Now. Let's repudiate their old
Ideas and their archaic and spurious values
Let's unmask them and expose their views
Sectarianism may be a fancy or ostentatious word
To talk about racism. But it is the same sharp sword
Which can decapitate and destroy good people
Bigotry is bad. May you be white, black or purple
Let's be against white prejudice
Let's be against black prejudice
Let's be against ignorance and intolerance
Let's vote for love, intelligence and common sense
Say NO, loud and clear to bigotry
Vote NO, against racism and hate
Vote for love, equality, and liberty
Expose and vote against the candidate
Who despises the Muslims, the Mexicans
The Syrians and the wounded Veterans
They are all our brothers and sisters
Who are suffering under strange situation
Let's vote against the bigots and the haters
Let's say NO to racism, and take action
At the voting booth. Let's vote for UNITY
And togetherness. Together: we are strong
Divided: we are weak, stupid and wrong
Let's find no excuses, let's defeat the followers
Of Hitler, Mussolini, the Third Reich, the haters
Who are sneaky, deceitful, duplicitous, and shady
We are ONE against the bullies of this country
Let's vote for LOVE, freedom, liberty, and fraternity
Let's vote against sectarianism, hate, and bigotry
Today, tomorrow, and forever
Love is eternal; love is better.
Copyright © November,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
When I went in the attic of my house, I found a decapitated head.
It was a terrifying fright and it was terrible that this man was dead.
I found that man's head just one day after I bought my estate.
It was bad enough to murder but it was monstrous to decapitate.
When that poor man's son saw his father's head, it crushed his spirit.
I tried to comfort him with words but he was in too much pain to hear it.
The rest of that man's body hasn't been found.
His family is miserable because he's no longer around.
It broke my heart to see his family in such distress.
They're lost without him, their lives are a mess.
I'll never forget the looks on the faces of his wife and son.
When the murderer is found, I hope he gets the death penalty for what he has done.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Torrents of thoughts torment me
Floodgate of distractions rack my soul
Avalanche of delusions
Decapitate my mental faculty
As I muse over the degeneration
That has dogged my beloved country
She manifests every aspect
Of a failed state
The giant of Africa has lost control
Of her Territory to terrorists
Bandits have re-colonized my fatherland
Kidnappers strike terror into the hearts
Of weary and hapless Nigerians
While her economy continues to
Stumble and wobble with ignominy
In the hands of oil thieves
The ancient perpetrators of
rape
Against our father land
Are shamelessly like vultures
Gathering and flying over
The carcass of the comatose nation
To gang-rape her to death
Arise fellow Nigerians and stand firm
Let us take our country back
From chaos to path of sanity