Long Diametric Poems

Healthy nutrition research
starts with wealth producing past searches,
individual through community co-investments
in good and fragrant meals,
or even harmonic and graceful music with dance performances.

Ingesting healthy passions 
consumes PositivEnergy wealth
for future co-productive system projections.

My evidence for future...

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Can u take boy me for what I am or do u need to fabricate an ego estrogen entity 
to fit yr fee fakemale forum in twat time present and id/ego absent intensity. Do tell...

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I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need to make some glass,
As it will proceed my foot in...

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" She was born in 219 A.D.,
I met her in 235 when she was 16 years old.
I was working hard with her father as a mercenary
from a Belgium territory, trying to persuade a chieftan named...

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Caedmon’s Face
by Michael R. Burch

At the monastery of Whitby,
on a day when the sun sank through the sea,
and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free,

while the wind and Time blew all around,
I paced that dusk-enamored ground
and...

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We each sacrifice chronic lives and critical moments,
plotting against those we must become engaged with,
like moths enlightened by burning bushes
rooted in hypnotic holy compost,
watered by fears and laughing tears,
inviting redemption's mutual sacrifice of ego
to balance...

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He slowly walks the lonely crowded road

lost in love and Self and lucky destination

Has no clue where his barren  feet will lead

yet delusion is cast away from anchor’s rope


Sandy ripples where the pavement rapped...

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At Cædmon’s Grave
At Caedmon's Grave
by Michael R. Burch

“Cædmon’s Hymn,” composed at the Monastery of Whitby (a North Yorkshire fishing village), is one of the oldest known poems written in the English language, dating back to...

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Caedmon's Hymn
by Michael R. Burch

At the monastery of Whitby,
on a day when the sun sank through the sea,
and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free,

while the wind and time blew all around,
I paced those dusk-enamored grounds
and...

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Through the initial magnified eye of vital dawn, 
Pierced that long powderkeg wick underneath;
Mercilessly flammable, the combustible dusts candle flamed, 
Ran anguish on path with every tongue, 
With passages & persuasions, actions & consequences, diametric...

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One an angel, one a devil,    
Two so different, two so young,    
This ain’t love, this is so wretched,    
Came those hateful words, from the priggish...

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Human life is one of His sublime creations.
Blessed life is entangled in the clutches of relations.
Diametric elements often co-exist.
Dragon bees and sweet honey exist at one hive.
The seven sins pride, wrath, lust, avarice,
Envy, gluttony and...

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Into the valley to find my voice
that unique element 
which speaks only to me,
and is feebly, at times,
echoed in my words,
I fear.

Have you been to the valley
where echoes hide
beyond glistening roads of 
scorched obsidian marked:
“DO...

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THE PHARAOHS
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS

		


It wasn’t the Pharaohs that ruled the Nile
It was the priests that sanctioned  their style
As long as the Pharaoh kept playing ball
The priests insured that he’d never fall
To make him acceptable...

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Here they stand without concession
Like east and west
Or arguments between the north and south
And judge's gavel hoisted without a sentence
The great rift about the WORD

One believes in chaos becoming order
On its own
The other believes in...

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Written February 22, 2017


Motivation keeps us dream chasing
Those thoughts that you hold dear to your heart
Until the world falls apart from me missing you
These thoughts of you keep me holding onto
This abstract feeling called love
Now...

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how could we be so diametric
opposed even in the littlest things
leaving us unendingly apoplectic
unconscious of what each other brings

to the field of our mutual magnetism
lines of attraction wide-out arcing
bridging polarities of our schism
creating bonds of...

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Diametric opposites in the plague zone,
Segregated genders on uncommon ground,
Existential sexes in grey areas,
Black and white battalions abound.

Separation psyches clash the cymbals,
Sabres rattled, thrusted and withdrawn,
Subtle be their subterfuge endemic,
Equilateral counterparts in scorn.

Her losing is...

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We met in a much slow recognition
Not knowing that ours would be possible
Love 'came a typical disposition
Two diametric worlds in assemble.

Gradually, your hazel-brown eyes met mine
Moving from east to west like the stars
And everything was...

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