Long Glacier Poems

Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of flakes.

the snow queen
before her relentless
reign, a pretty thing.

her smile warms
the...

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There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain peaks

1's and 0's
blushing co-binaries 
of upright monotheistic YangPower
never
ever yielding to...

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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above British Columbia.

It then encircled one of the lesser peaks and...

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Tasting Africa (One L****ick at a Time) Part 2
(Though the title's a joke, my limericks are not!)

5. Yet Another World Wonder
Feel like now I am older I need to admit
A Safari to Africa costs quite...

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Tell her you saw me ...

Tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape
during a gale, much too close to the rocks.
Tell her the surf was tormenting the ledges,
its roar far too loud...

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Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... turgid song redux,
a worse hellish fate than perdition really sucks

As of early morning
today - September 8th, 2022,
I could not but barely move
mine whole body felt
analogous to sluggish mollusk
frequent constipation found...

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The Snowflake That Sank The Titanic

It all begins with a single snowflake
(Each one in itself is unique)
Brought about through evaporation,
And returned by the force of gravity
In the form of snow to the planet,
To rest on...

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One more time, I must reiterate one more time
that I'm not complaining
I'm for once trying to find the bright side 
of this inflatable balloon called life
with a glass half full point of view 
but my...

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MY BUCKET LIST

Years and years ago, I made a bucket list.
I looked everywhere and could not find it.
I don’t remember everything I listed,
so it’s time for a new one to be created
or just to go...

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Down deep beneath fathoms icy keep, where deadmen’s
Scream in utter silences aquatic hell, amongst the devils
Graveyard of wreckage's carnage, there exists a ghostly harbor
Of phantom ships!
Anchored are the souls of the undead, and vessels craft...

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St. Francis prayed for politically active 
nonreactive empowerment
through serenity to change what we can,
and to walk away,
without loser disgust
but with winning acceptance
for what we cannot systemically 
resiliently
internationally change
into a healthier wealthier climate 
(yet).

St. Francis further...

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My father, like a lot of dads, was always making statements,
vowing that the three of us would take exotic trips.
The ones we actually took were simply journeys into town… 
his promised ones were those that...

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12 hours of excruciating labor pangs have Sacagawea breathing
into the face of Death,
as she violently shakes her head back and forth, teeth clenched,
sweat boiling and eyes furious
it seems to me that she is detetmined to...

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This Halocene Epic
of EcoZoic Earth
began with FirstMourning Adam

This Halocene broke out
when Eve yinned
and Adam yanged 
verbality's first day
beyond non-verbals
with and for and sometimes against
each other.

And so this HumanGrowing Halocene Bubble
progresses up through
our current bimillennial cusp,

With...

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"I watch the bathwater drain"
says Tonight Alive with powerful refrain  
stepping out of a bleach bath to hide from her pain
Hesitating, she turns the water back on, her self esteem slain
as she waits for...

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My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth                    Dedicated to Deborah Guzzi

I dreamed one day, 
I was climbing a...

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These are my modern English translations of sonnets by the French poet Stephane Mallarme.

The Tomb of Edgar Poe
by Stéphane Mallarmé
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Transformed into himself by Death, at last,
the Bard unsheathed his Art’s...

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Memories of My Parents

Memories of my father
Bring forth the autumn walks.
Shades of nature on the crunchy leaves
At the man-made lake down the hill
From the little white house
With the green picket fence,
Which our large family lived...

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"Phew! got here in time to catch The Glacier Discovery Train. This journey is to be seen
to be believed. I am in Anchorage, Alaska. I am so out of breath running to the station.
Right, that's...

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What did you do
once you knew?
We have competition
and cooperation cultures
in dynamic tension

What did you cooperatively do
once you knew?
Green ecosystemic student teachers
asked our healthiest remaining grandparents

How did you consecrate cooperative ownership
and mutually managed
robust water systems?
Aquamarine baptismal...

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If time travel were possible, 
the period I would want to visit most of all 
would be that time long ago, 
when Europe was covered with snow. 
When we walked Among the Neanderthal. 
Two different...

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Yesterday, I followed her true invisible form
Colors turning a kaleidoscopic deep and warm

A state of mind, that makes reality feel alive
Stabbing moments that teach how tough it is to survive
And still this dagger is penetrating...

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JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER - SPRING WITH MY FAMILY
   We went on a weekend to the Lake District, my love and I, in our flying disc. We had just been married not three months past....

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I kept up with the questions as Lucifer stared into a vacancy
which the echo of a star explosion could disappear into,
but I constantly felt Him paying attention to me despite the hallway of History,
do you...

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Homeward Path                                 ...

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