Long Fissure Poems

Sonnets XXXIII-XLI

The Folly of Wisdom
by Michael R. Burch

She is wise in the way that children are wise,
looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes
I must bend down to her to understand.
But she only smiles, and...

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Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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MODERN SONNETS II

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.



In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch

The...

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The next event to be held for Joulupukki was the coronation, which followed closely behind his parent's burial.  He was very wary of what he would say at this event. Virtually every elf on...

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Of Him and not me?
Muttered the dragon, full-formed, wretched, 
Stench unfathomable, seething and snarling
His great lungs expanding and exhaling puffs of darkness
Slanted, shining, scorching eyes burning into my own

What light shines but His own? 
Have...

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What a game ...
he was just a jester,
and this a ghastly prospect ...

The ground lay torn open before him,
a wound in the earth that called to his dark heart,
pulled on his better judgement like lead...

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The sky has dug a hole in the cloud
it's fuc**** triangle's fault  I can't see the pigs
stratified societies 
revitalized on schizophrenic base of
finger pointing minority
staring at fragmented people 
seeing them as dispensed particles 
that...

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Predictions work in twists of what makes life workable
High and often misconstrued by the dogma of science
Lies and damned lies and statistics for the insecure
Foes foretold surprise when the blindfolds shed masks
In the light of...

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The basement Trolls were helping my Hubby clean up it’s watery Lake.
The rain falling outside, was too much, for our basement walls to take.
Moving boxes, saving things; they were a lot of help, for one...

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she left me defenseless again
for reasons that cannot be spoken
but that can be further diagrammed
worthy of forensic dissection
deep into the cauliflower folds
branching like rivers of lightning
all at once one at a time
lighting up the display...

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s
        TOO SOON A SPITTOON 

Somehow he has survived
Through due diligence and by sequestering his soul off the corner of “Hate Street” and “Greed 
Avenue.  
From a...

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The river boils and burns
Churning the soil downriver
Silencing the calm quiver
Halting the anaesthetic shiver
This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this dearth
A cool spring, the fuel to my being
The Sun has...

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Morning has broken as it has done for many years
Day to day we continue without the fear of fears
Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago
Prophecies of a past, that could halt...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-


We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in...

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Hour arrived,
Proclaiming first light,
As a shower of mellow sunbeams
Smiled on the foundation laid
For the structure of the man.

And he began to ascend.

Time fused together
An empirical patchwork,
Mirroring the passage of pain and joy,
And slowly and meticulously
Each...

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As restoring love is our EcoMentoring Shepherd,
we shall not pathologically want
or fear any shortage of timelessness,
we are HereNow,
lacking nothing and no past or future time,
in organic multiculturing meadows
of deep green nutritionally healthy grass.

Earth Hosts our...

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Dragon badly wanted to visit the Snowman Convention this year. 
He knew they go to the South Pole when spring begins to appear. 
Dragon was resolute about this; he REALLY wanted to go there.
So he...

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I walked a road I had never seen, 
I wanted to see where I might end up; 
Or to find somewhere I might be happy.

Along the road, I stopped; I met a man.
His hair was...

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Saint Govan’s Chapel

They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff

Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and honoured the Saint

A hermit had lived in a fissure hewn...

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Sgt. Bedlam of heavy artillery reporting sir
Bedlam I want you to pick the runt of the litter
and turn him into an agent assassin 
with the clandestine power of hypnotism
yes Generalissimo I am here to obey
decked...

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Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther into the grime
Curiouser and curiouser, we fall in dark crevices...

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Her chin was resting between her knees
Her fingers were running smoothly through the sand
She didn’t notice my arrival
She just sat, staring out at the ocean

I could hear the drop of the hallowed cave
It echoed and...

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Ballade : In favour of those called Decadents and Symbolists, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Ballade en faveur des dénommés Décadents et Symbolistes

						for Léon Vanier*

(The texts I use for my translations are from : Yves-Alain Favre,...

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HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES

Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day...

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HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES

Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day...

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