Long Deflowered Poems

Our old nemesis,
capitalism,
is much older than democratic theory,
and even older than profoundly resilient democratic practice,
which is rather like Christianity--
often communion preached
and seldom democratically and multiculturally proficient,
fruitful,
viral,
contagious,
multiplying economic loaves
and politically empowering fish.

Capital-rooted values
derive from tribal chiefs,
elite...

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The Naked brazen placid blue
Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses
Who unleashes his growing anger and fury
Obliterating and defeating his enemy
Proclaims a victory and unrolls his miserable shroud
With utter contempt
And spews his venom
Impregnating his virgin...

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The moon has groaned home;

And soon the shadow’s drum,

Resonates the rhythmic silhouette,

To the ferocious pains of the spine;

Hear the heavy throbs of the drum,

The panting steps of the trumpet,

And the singing sage of the flute.

See...

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I

'Fine boy looking ugly',
Dread lock,crazy jean,vassace palm,
Gucci wrist-watch,Iphone 7s,painted roof,
Eight damsels,twelve olosho and three extra
phones.
Frosh!

12-5am; his internet vigil.
Hunting wealth in wealthy forests.
He doesn't give a shit,if the culprit is his
niece,
Or rather blood bond of any...

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Poems for Poets VIII


Fireflies
thinking to illuminate the darkness?
Poets!
—Michael R. Burch


BeMused
by Michael R. Burch

You will find in her hair
a fragrance more severe
than camphor.

You will find in her dress
no hint of a sweet
distractedness.

You will find in her...

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POEMS FOR POETS X

US Verse, after Auden
by Michael R. Burch

“Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.”

Verse has small value in our Unisphere,
nor is it fit for windy revelation.
It cannot legislate less...

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For you are to be held up in
Judgement
By they so empowered;
Whose hot genes spilled from
Incumbent towers
Upon a warring continent -
The Sovereign house thus 
Pared and deflowered!
Thinning the blue bloods flowing 
Within the veins of royal...

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The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
            The King dares not defend her.
The Horsemen, holding broken...

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Maybe i should become a toad,
And lurk in the british embassy.
Among the chairs and heart-broken files,
Sitting on millions of deflowered flies.
Then when they're boarding the plane
Will i hop and hop towards them.
And as they often...

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Because She Craved the Very Best
by Michael R. Burch
 
Because she craved the very best,
he took her East, he took her West;
he took her where there were no wars
and brought her bright bouquets of stars,
the...

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He'd return after decades
Spent in imagination. Month
spent in reality. He'd return to the
House of comedy,here,to crack
an heart-taking,wits-arresting,Emotions-
devouring,Land-quaking joke.
He'd return with a robust neck
Seasoned with weeping nerves.
The joke cracker,Let's hear.....

Before he return'd
The gym-ed rodents embroided
with pleasant...

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Mama you missed a part….
You never told me;
You groomed me mama.
You taught me to walk and talk like a lady:
And that I did.
But Mama you forgot, 
Mama you skipped a part.

Mama, through your eyes;
I saw...

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"If I could turn you on,
if I could drive you out of your wretched mind,
if I could tell you
I would let you know."
     R. D. Laing

Ronald Laing
was a troubled psychotherapist
and a...

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As the day dusked yesterday,
The deflowered sun shone down 
with those eyes of a goldfish

'KATH’, got a light; 'EER’ lit a room;
And ‘AH’ illumined the night

No sound of a thing in your presence.
No bullet whirr,...

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This is PG-13! While googling, I accidentally bumped into something I wrote seven years ago. Only vaguely remember it. No one on the site where I posted it commented. Expect nothing less here. :)

School-Daze Dreaming

From...

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Here she comes like shaft of the sun, walking,
As sullen eyes and widened mouth feast – 
Dubbed the slayer of love; the goddess of lust – all stalking
Libidinously like a fun starved beast
Beauty so hypnotic,...

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Cotton Picker’s Lament


 
Feet burn soul blends with the earth, the heat, the picking season
Hands, hard calloused leather punctuated by picking scars
Drag that long sack behind me across black bottom earth—

Cottonseed tucked into its sprouting...

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Said My distraught Mind, sexual pleasure has now left me blank
My Life,
my virginity,
my honor,
my desires
and your wants.
Traumatic these moments
as I stall to deliberate.
 Whiles you’re in a scurry to violate my treasured possession.  
Flustering...

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Enslaved no more, I ran to him; lovingly we embraced
     His arms around me, I knew my feelings were not misplaced
We fell to our knees in pleasure, my gown slowly fell...

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His lips are so sweet, he's wearing the perfect suit
Everyone say that we're the match that I shouldn't quit
Here I am in my dress with at the end my comfy seat
So tell me honey? Why...

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Ahab needed shore leave, 
And obsessed so on his dream,
Harpooning some sweet harlot 
Had become his major theme.
He was just a novice mariner, 
His first time far from home.
He’d made his maiden voyage 
With his...

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No more new year resolutions,
 no more lie on government restitution,
 no republic can survive its dilution
 no more pandemic blues,
 no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
 no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every...

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EXECUTION
  Fire! Fire! Fire !
Dreams come and go
In the midst of the thought of a
Dead and the living
Confined in its galley deep inside
A dungeon, waiting to be wasted 
In not a far distance time

I...

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Sing me the song of the seventh moon
That orbits the planet of Tralaloon.
Where plants and animals might be the same,
The only way to tell is to ask them their name.
The animal’s names all start with...

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THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front)

He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that
He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s 
But...

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