Long Froths Poems

(Brian Johnston speaks to Lora Colon)  

Getting older don't you wonder 
What your life is all about? 
Wages earned don't leap to haunt me 
Like my dreams of fighting trout - 
Lightning flash and...

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Early Poems XIV

Am I
by Michael R. Burch

Am I inconsequential;
do I matter not at all?
Am I just a snowflake,
to sparkle, then to fall?

Am I only chaff?
Of what use am I?
Am I just a feeble flame,
to flicker,...

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I grew up in a garden paradise
large white house in the country
sheltered by ancient oaks and naievity
passed idyllic days in childhood bliss
never ran it much through my mind before

until the day
I walked two hours with...

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I
Cut clean through two tall black mountains,
A jagged metal river froths like rabies.
Raging between outcast boulders and spires
The blue-grey greatsword eternally grinding at stone.

The footpath worn through and ground in,
Etched into the cliffs over centuries,
Standing...

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I see you floundering in a world you thought you knew
You once saw it in ticks and tocks, and pay checks…
You were blindly tripping down someone else’s path
Playing cards dealt from unknown player’s decks…


You once...

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Tracing Outlines on my cup of tea
I stare at him out of the corner of my cavernous coffee eyes
Sitting there reading Che, Zapata, Chavez, Castro 
Blinking, breathing, seething
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Written: October 11, 2023  
As I Watch The Waves Crash        Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon   
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As I wait with anxiousness on the edge, I gaze.
As the...

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Montauk Point 

Ridge sides slope  amidst  the ancient seas 
grass sown seed from storm winded shores 
lighthouse beacons light the shores 
laden seaweeds on ragged rocks meet the crashing seas 
driftwood grey smoothed...

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Assailed, maligned, hounded and betrayed
And all for why, simply for the game I played,
My aim to win but of course the lefties don't agree,
Their views alone are all they ever want to see.

Control and power...

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PASSION OF LOVE

Red is the color of love
Red smacks of passion
Passion pumps through the veins
Passion froths with emotion
Emotion graces hugs and kisses
Emotion embraces with eyes
Eyes that see deep into your soul
Eyes that color your world
World...

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Two sonnets for May, and my muse

The fires are lit, my lover, and the hills
are flickering with little points of light
The sun is set, and deep within the rills
the seeds of stars are littering the...

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Getting older don’t you wonder
What your life is all about?
Wages earned don’t leap to haunt me
Like my dreams of fighting trout -
Lightning flash and splashing thunder
Writhe inside my reverie.

Poem’s birth a new obsession
Like a weed...

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I stand on the rocky shores of my island,
Waves crash towards my feet, foaming between my toes on the empty beach.
No Kings. No Masters. No Gods. Only I.
The shores were as barren as the land...

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Perhaps apples were fewer in the bowl
Perhaps you needed still further tints
Whatever I emptied my whole almirah
Nothing was left in the blood and flesh

It was a dream we started from
Doesn't dream lead us to reality
Then...

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I

School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right,
Dal-rice, clock ticking away in delight;
Cycles stop, wagons with seasonal crop, 
Get to her class before the gates shut tight.

II

The obsession froths beyond the eavesdrop,
Secrecy brews a...

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All around me the land suffers too much greening.
The luxuriant froths over into a feverish lush.
Birds cannot consume all the insects.
Snakes cannot eat all the birds.
The ground hogs on the swill of decay.

If this is...

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I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be...

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Has my breath of life expired? 
My will congealed 
No longer is there a fire ablaze, only a mere pile of smoldering ashes Waiting for a gust of hope from a van of an angels...

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In froths of a sky never ever ending,
she throttles like a half—shelled woman
slow to prance in the midst of obedient breeze,
her movement wrapped like a hundred cider vines…
How orange are her nights.
Tipping the light with...

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Waves roll against the summery shore, which glisten
As the ocean’s maw froths its foam upon its demesne.
Upon which I do recall, with ineffable ardor, you listen
To my cries and pleas, while your memory festers pain.

Once...

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In a moon landscape, aloof night sprays of light.
A child's eyes well up! Beams of luminescence cling.
Angel marvels and ponders the modern World's blight.

The wispy style of savvy trees boldly veils the evening.
Your parents may...

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The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's shadow...

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Sunlight was spun in filagree   
Golden threads among froths of lace
On crested curls in merry chase

Burnished by waves in synchrony
I smiled at their lucent shimmers
As they danced in dappled glimmers

Sparkling like gems of...

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MORASS OF POOP

lucid crudity,
profoundly abusive,
mostly nudity,
but for some crass morass of poop.

the dam’s jammed with pornography,
jelly-like googly eyes,
a real mr. potato head.

i scream,
someone change mr. wonderful’s diapers!

upon exclaiming this topic,
excrement of cussing,
like diarrhea deserts the...

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I see it through the mountain mist,
From craggy rock it springs its fall,
Its spray of whiteness reaching out
Cascading off a sandstone wall.

A lyrebird is calling out
Just heard above the constant sound,
Of water galloping over rock
And...

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