Long Echoless Poems

See
by Michael R. Burch

See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are...

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-	Written August 11, 2018

Exhausted, you're playing as a suicidal victim once more
Confusion sucked me dry all the more to the deep core
Thaw me like frozen ground beef…
Give me some microwaving relief

Hate the actions you make...

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dark matter(s)
by Michael R. Burch

the matter is dark, despairful, alarming:
ur Creator is hardly prince charming!

yes, ur “Great I Am”
created blake’s lamb

but He also created the tyger
and what about trump and rod steiger? 


The Echoless Green
by...

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In the temple of my soul burn words misunderstood,
The secret bell of my hope tolling dimly in the echoless temple,
How I wished to sift the hidden meanings,
And to lay upon your altar achievements that weave...

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang,...

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I am the stranger who loves you in silence,
A merchant of echoes in the endless bazaar of nostalgia,
From the shadow where chicory flowers bow their heads to pray,
I whisper to you, sweetly clear and unheard.
I...

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Through the whispers of the evening, when the moon weaves songs on strings of light,
Who has fancied that love is weighed in pearls of spoken syllables aligned?
As dazzling hearts follow their cosmic tango in an...

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PRISON DANCE WITH GYPSIES




the guards’ rifles stab the thick gray air – 
under their eyes shivers of rain 
wash our faces – beat our bodies 
with needles of water

hollow metal buckets – instant drums ...

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"The Vibrationary Possess Feelings" 

The silence 
became a killer, 
it annihilated most 
of everything eventually; 
the soul becomes numb 

dead to the core.
they say 
empty vessels
make the most sound.
this is not true.

without vibration
there is no...

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Pontificating pin heads
laboriously tongue lashing
mandatory attendees
pundits, preachers
oligarchs of oratory
empowered by mad scientists
in twisted mind laboratory.
If everybody gets a bite
of a sandwich never ending
the masses will be sated
and we’ve controlled our spending
if everybody works for free
--that...

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For teaching me of unknown paths
For hinting to me of fogs at feet
For reminding me of sunrise tea
For showing me both ink stain and light rain

For simply savoring the simple life

For illustrating the service of...

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Who would lend their essence to such words
Uncrumple them ‘midst fading sense of truth
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords.

Shouted once from blood stained creaking boards
Muttered by those grown “long in the tooth”
Who would lend their essence...

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CAMPFIRE 

I thirst to taste your solid wood stare
I see you and no one else 
Nestling under the stars
Hungry for each others ears

Chasing every comet across the sky
Fierce when it comes to standing tall
Desires releas screams from...

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Finding Forgiveness


Can you forgive my humble home?
A cardboard box my diamond dome
Can you forgive my scanty clothes?
The least that I worry of my woes
Can you forgive my crooked smile?
The frigid air a thermostatic trial
Can you...

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Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path 
to the future, fading away in obscurity. 
In twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
the echoless tune of forlorn somber life,  
silhouetted against the faint skyline of longing.

The threads...

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Hardened Thoughts


To those who tell me what I can and can’t
I have no words to sway their mindless curse
nor would they listen should my voice unveil
the emptiness of lips echoless purse,
aspiring to restrain youths sudden...

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I tell myself I do it for the birds.

They gather together
around flameless fires
feeding on warmth’s memory,
chattering amid the blowing leaves,
feathers puffed against the cold.

Their beauty undimmed by the
stark dark and light of barrenness
their songs no...

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They really don't know me.
My existence doesn't affect them.
Unseen on the crowded streets.
Just another passing breeze.
A name not even carelessly whispered.
Just another number.
I'm falling through the cracks.

An echoless scream resounds in my ears.
And so it...

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