Long Dislodging Poems

Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I

I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis …


Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I
loose translation/interpretation...

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Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch 

(dedicated to my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch Sr.)

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the front porch swing,
dangling his long...

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Poems about Children IV

Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch

Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the...

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Dad, I remember well the night I grew up. 
I know you remember that night too...
   I know you never forgot this happening:
  
It was 1966, an early Fall night, around 10:30...

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Basic Attendance,
listening deeply to the sounds
and functions
flows and forms of nature's voices,
human nature's moving choices
evolve from panentheistic roots
toward win/win co-empathic,
vulnerably transparent
nondual dark energy

Equivalently empowering/disempowering identity
of not-yet-full synergetically integrating
Other/Selfing
pregnantly individuating Time,
equivocating re-incarnating
personal space
through sacred communal time

Positive
protonic...

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As a resident of Schwenksville Boro for five plus years...

Intersection upon adventitious
encounter, when first seed of genocide planted
unsuspecting subsequent rapid usurpation
quickly eradicated rightful breed
of what coalesced into thee Americas. 

I experience stir of echoes haunting
Perkiomen...

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Sappho, fragment 155
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

A short transparent frock?
It's just my luck
your lips were made to mock!

NOTE: This is a translation/interpretation of an epigram by the legendary Sappho of Lesbos. Pollux wrote: "Sappho...

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(Chorus)
You think you've got swagger but really you hobble,
you've got the jet lagger and you're drunk so you wobble,
don't start on me mate 'cus I will bring trouble,
to put it into slang words I'm Barney...

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This is a testament of time with a catchy little rhyme
A sign of all things that have come
The cracked dry wall calls with silence
It marks the final testing ground where I was found guilty
You sealed...

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The sun dappled patio 
     irresistibly beckoned 
     pillowed pad to bedeck 
     cement spongsbob
     square pant sized couch...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness, where 
Groups of so-called righteous men
Drop indiscriminate bombs
On fellow humans...

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In the anchorage of the mundane mind, 
detached from the principled roots of sanctity
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts shroud the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of  immanent emotions...

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In the archaic anchorage 
of the wayward mind, 
isolated from the righteous roots 
of transcendental inviolability
by the dislodging drive 
of the deriding desires,
untamed instincts shroud 
the entranced senses in disdain abyss.

Under the surface of sensual...

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When the wayward mind is unsteady,
the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity,
unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul,
unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordid goal.

Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire,
where...

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If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush feral on sordid trail.

The unbridled mind turns into a...

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The disordered sands of entropy on unsure life’s shore, 
churned by the wheel of the chaotic tentative time,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with the perturbed dispersed dust,
the truth of...

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Unbound from the righteous roots 
of the sanctified dormant soul,
the anchorage of wayward mind is unsteady.
In the dislodging thrust 
of the upwelling desires,
the untamed instincts 
rush feral on the sordid trail.

The unbridled mind turns into...

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In archaic anchorage 
          of 
the wayward mind 
isolated intuitively
         from 
the righteous roots 
of inviolability
  ...

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When my wayward mind is unsteady,
unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul,
the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity
unleashes the base instincts to rush feral on sordid trail.

Vanity, anger and greed, innately so compulsive,
distort the...

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The embodiment of the unique existence,
life is the construct of transient elements,
that align in the plethora of perishable patterns 
within the mundane entity of the fragile body. 

Beneath the surface of frail discernment,
the mortal being...

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The embodiment of unique existence,
the construct of the transient elements,
the brittle body aligns destined
with the plethora of perishable patterns 
within the entity of the fragile being.

In the anchorage of the erratic mind, 
detached from the...

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“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~       
we attained God consciousness unblinking”


In the awareness anchorage of the mundane mind, 
detached from the ephemeral principled roots
by the dislodging drive...

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Within the clasping orbit of the craving life 
I gravitate toward the self-seeking centre,
get sucked into the black hole of ego, 
the survival struggle consumes me.

In the anchorless drift of the mundane mind, 
detached from...

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Twas the night before my cousin's 
wedding
He reluctantly gave in to the 
bachelor party vetting
A burlesque, tawdry strip club was 
the setting
Unbeknownst to him, the bridesmaid 
was his appetite whetting
With gratuitous lap dance, began 
the...

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Rock beach of
chasms.
A man is pale dough
standing in sand.
Shimmer owns his
toes in a flurry of foam,
then withdraws.
He watches for a cue
in a sky of cotton ships
when a clam swallows
all his theories.
Running thunder into
frigid arcs, he...

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