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Written: September 15, 2023
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In a cosmic world where marvels dwell,
There lies a well where truth does swell.
Under the surface of the cultural tide,
Dissemination of erudition, hence and wide.
Yet, amidst the waves, dishonesty lingers.
Distorting the successful and the weaker
Be empowered to deceive and ensconce.
An idealistic facade where virtue is sparse.
But in the depths of this deceitful sea,
An epiphany awaits, for all to foresee.
A childhood memory of chastity and bliss
That truth was pure, and deceit was dismissed.
A poisonous world may shroud the mind.
But the wonders of verity forever shall bind.
Akin to pollinating bees on a kinetic canvas,
Seeking nectar from flowers is so vast thus.
In this meadow of erudition, we yearn to descry,
The ageless wisdom is unflawed and comply.
In the well of truth, we perceive the light,
Ushering us through the gloomiest night.
Oh, how avarice can pinch and sting.
But verity embrace is an everlasting thing.
It displays the world with hues bright,
Cleansing the soul and bringing forth delight.
In this enormous depth of a world so sumptuous
Let verity be the criterion, the steady unctuous.
In its embrace, we descry our demesne way,
Navigating through every ephemeral day
In the depths of the well, we espy our worth,
A vestige of our genuine niche on earth.
To quest for knowledge, to master, and to grow
To endorse the elision and veracity within us flow.
And it is on this jaunt that we shall arrive.
A candid and guileless mind is graceful to thrive.
Let us, then, face the mysteries that await us.
And acquiesce in the core of verity to emerge, thus.
no shortage of familiar metier real
(material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast
merely a predicament how to winnow
junk bonded barnacled
accretion encrusted
amidst gems buried
within treasure chest,
yet vigilant to sift,
viz figurative fine tooth comb
uprooting excrescence laired plethora
incognito, sans faux
couture doggerel habiliment dressed
necessitating painstaking
poetic rock climbing
ala scaling Mount Everest
imbedding, hooking, grappling
fingered duple crampons
aye con fessed
to myself, the futility
to wrest Shakespearean nuggets,
which analogy hyperbole you guessed
nor does modesty allow me feeble effort
(trite) on par with August bard,
who would rank him,
the highest allotted value
upon assigned (absolute)
value of playing card,
hence tis the gold standard thee
verse a tile scribe based
at Stratford on Avon
this here wordsmith wields
his own literary might always on guard
to stave reprehensible tar tarred plaque
like encrustation glued hard
akin to a geode methodical
mother lode extraction jarred
by the slightest distraction,
thus with bold
ness sigh hermetically
seal off every cerebral fold
vectors against superfluous mind chatter
can upend fragile tenuous hold
when merest wisp of nearly
elusive mental thread escapes,
i feign scold
ding this paperback
bestseller wannabe with told
cha so Harris, thus
keep dreaming envisioning
an green acred Edenic demesne
sprawling across wide webbed wold.
Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits
comprising soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked,
via weathered tomb stones)
hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal mortals
betook their eternal slumber.
One among their number
included a misanthrope
who sported long straggly hair
bushy eyebrows shield
ding cold eyes of steel
straggly bearded clammy chin
in tandem with a hairy body
which when alive (long time ago)
upheld upon unshod feet, a severely
hunchbacked cretin
Within dense pitch-black terrain
(Mother Nature enlisting
a menagerie of life forms
accustomed to hellish environment)
awash with unrecognizable
alien sights and sounds
mollycoddling bewitching warlocks,
mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses
imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery
long and fostered Golems
who called underworld
their private demesne
also alluded to Marcy's playground
holding hostage Alice in Chains
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
The Beastie Boys, Culture Club
The Human League, and
Village People a Crowded House
Emitting wisps of ethereal matter
appearing a small medium at large
chat snap ping, flickr ring
indeed joyus minions
exalting piety good and plenti.
Prone ounce sing proud purgatory
promoting protean phantasmagoria
hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms
highly distorted grotesque
silent 10,000 maniacs screaming
sinister semblance to banshees
slithering across escarpment.
Echoing one end of universe to the other
putting to shame initial big bang
ranking as a mere whimper
that original primordial blast
which cosmological exploits
generated heavenly sphere instantaneously
comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex
essentially reduced to insignificance
albeit on the analogous tinker toy
premised conjectures of brilliant minds
could gander feeble educated guesses
asper extraordinary natural phenomena
mortal mankind could never approximate
as belligerent threats punctuated,
via nuclear warfare
merely rates as a flickr
amidst uber kindle snap chat ting
tinder blinks, extinguishes,
snuffs out one lowly
Beatle browed bipedal simian.
—The Uncharted Demesne—
I garnered realms where every compass swore
Its final attestation unto land;
Each frontier vouchsafed passage to my name,
Each harbour loosed another weathered strand;
Yet all accession, faithfully bestowed,
Left one dominion still without abode.
At dusk a Curator veiled the patient globe.
Dust repossessed the empires one by one.
An atlas, opened where no witness looked,
Remembered coasts no mariner had won.
I closed the book. The silence remained spread.
At dawn a Customs Officer looked up.
"Your permanent abode?"
My passport reached my hand.
My tongue found none.
He stamped the page.
The barrier fulfilled its office.
Something else refused to be undone.
There stood beneath an unfrequented stair
A brass astrolabe forgetting north.
Without transition, agency, or cause,
Its needle entered silence and came forth
Bearing a latitude no chart could claim,
As though all bearings issued from one Name.
I touched my wrist.
The blood declined the hours.
It kept a deeper liturgy than breath.
Nativity resigned its bond with dust.
The Sepulchre diminished out of death.
No heaven widened.
Only this became:
The farthest universe had learnt my name
Because I had returned from whence it came.
First and Last
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
You are the last arcane rose
of my aching,
my longing,
or the first yellowed leaves’
vagrant spirals of gold
forming huddled bright sheaves.
You are passion forsaking
dark skies, as though sunsets no winds might enclose.
And still in my arms
you are gentle and fragrant—
demesne of my vigor,
spent rigor,
lost power,
fallen musculature of youth,
leaves clinging and hanging,
nameless joys of my youth to this last lingering hour.
Published by Tucumcari Literary Review and Poetry Life & Times.
Keywords/Tags: rose, love, ache, desire, longing, passion, autumn, leaves, leaving, clinging, hanging, sunset, lost, youth, joy, joys, yellowed, golden, first, last, final
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hushed whispers...
slammed on the .........
window pane, shadow
forged with swaying impulses
echoes of this morning. Previous night
Under a single old solitary demesne..I...
shouted the summer tune ../
drizzle, sealed within my soul
Indelibly, Endless no longer exists
shed among the jumble of bytes
our sprawled glimpses Beyond the
long-standing weave. You felt without
a goodbye... and I stood there... serene
of suffocating embers, its hefty kernels
strewn throughout the hues of life. The stars
* no longer share my space, amidst hollowness
* behind every shooting star's trail
* Every morning I get up in dread.
/----------------------- \ of missing to
/ \ **hear
/ \ YOUR
/ \ last words
/ \ YOUR
/ \ probable parting
/ \
the celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority deuce score plus nineteen years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer
willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but usual antics of contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
zip pose zing the weather forecast
donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
visibility for miles
if ether crystal clear,
this high da way countless yards
off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display
with powerfully poignant immunity
against cackling, jeering, scowling,
Written: October 3rd, 2023
"Man is graced as he loves, and love never fails. This river will lead life to its afar haven, where they can relish halcyon days and starry nights." By Poet
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Palmy trees swing in an idyllic sway
An utopian demesne of a pacific day,
A cheerful golden haze opines the fray
In quiet times, quixotic people stay.
Halcyon is an avatar in a mythic tale
Upon the sumptuous settlement of scale,
Provides a tranquil, timeless charm
To this delightful and tranquil farm.
Harmony and empyrean poise the spirit
In silence, the tide slows without limit,
In happiness, birds buzz and sing,
A balmy nexus around serene swings.
In a sunlit setting, silence still lulls.
It strips any slots and succors its hulls.
Be at ease, pacific, sedate, and quiescent.
Silence prevails, ariose and fluorescent.
Tranquility reigns with composure and hush.
Pacification whispers. No need to rush.
Unleash the worries; calm will imply
In peaceful quietude, solace will descry.
Quietly, the halcyon beings dwell,
In this serene and tranquil spell.
Pacifying breeze and calming sea,
Bestow a brain of blithe and believability.
Delectation, demureness, dependability
Decry mind vastness in this idyllic reality
Mollify the restless soul, taciturn, and bestill.
Heal inner stress and serenity with a chill.
Lackadaisical in the thick night, with no voice,
Allow peace whispers, fly, and sedate choice.
Relieve the anxious heart, restore peace,
After a serene start, never let calmness cease.
Bygone recollected reflections while perched atop storied roof...
years gone by now with a poof
constituting one garden variety generic goof
bolle yours truly sprawled himself aloof
The celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority thrice score plus deux years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop the spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer (uplyfted Dharma) bum
willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but the usual antics of a contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
Let us momentarily contemplate
The discourse on the very first date
Adam: Father You've been busy lo' these six days
Would it be too much to ask for a help mate?
(From a rib Eve became my wife
Then ribbed me for the rest of my life)
Eve: Oh Adam ! Where shall we honeymoon?
Adam: I hear Eden this time of year is in bloom
(We had our first date in the Pleasance
She bone of my bone. We cleave as one flesh)
Adam: This rose (of Sharon) is for you my bride
Eve: Who's Sharon?!
Adam: Let's take these horses (I've named) for a ride
Through the Sharon countryside
Eve: Oh Adam! Look at he stars and moon I adore
Adam: Breathtaking my love they've been since Day Four
Oh my fairest with kisses better than spice
Let us again be together on Day Eight and Nine
Now let us return to our demesne
As Father did intend