Long Golems Poems
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i exist in
absurd congruities
from rounds and angles
to oblong communities of vacuity
onward! valiant spasm
i hear the universal screams
through the overflowing chasm
spilling through technicolour dreams
what's real is art
but art is all silent
to the golems of earth
so absorbed in their violence
what's art is real
but reality is screaming
to any ear that dares hear
or any soul that bears dreaming
aye, it's blind hypnosis
but my watch has been set
for longsuffering psychosis
even unto or through my death
kicking the pricks
through temporal bliss
of this blatant ignorance
to the reward of god's kiss
Guaranteed Giver of goodness is my God of grace,
Guarding me, guiding me, His gazelle, I gladly graze,
In green grasses, He guides me with gentle governance,
Gaze on Him, I will one day, garbed with glowing garments,
Gleaming with glee, I glean greedily from His golden gems,
Glazed with gratitude, I genuinely gulp gospel truths like golems,
Gaining gaily from Godly gatherings across the glorious globe,
Like a garden growing with geraniums and gentians in good hope,
Gradually glancing towards glorification through heavenly gates,
Glimpses of great grandiosity beyond the golden street awaits.
12.11.2020
For Eve Roper's "Alliteration" contest
Son of a demon and a witch,
Fighting against harbingering the apocalypse.
The Right Hand of Doom against Heaven's sake...
Accompanies this young boy and his pancakes.
Born from Hell,
In which he will twice return;
A reputation of honor and respect,
Is one he would earn!
Goblins, ghosts, ghouls and golems;
Godly and ungodlike all to confront...
Now an honorary man and a Bureau,
Guarded by his giant punch!
His coat and belt would house items,
To balance off his fiends and occult.
And when they didn't work,
He would just go for the throat!
Ogdru-Jahad, Baba Yaga and Rasputin,
Are a few of the villains he would face,
This Anung Un Rama,
Our Hellboy, our fate.
August, 17th 2021
Hellboy has encountered the following paranormal entities (and alike)...
Aliens
Beasts
Creatures
Demons, dragons, devils
Erinyes, elves
Fairies
Gods, giants, ghosts, ghouls, golems
Humanoids, huntsmen, hydras
Idiots
Jerks
Killers
Leprechauns
Mutations, mummies, monsters
Nazis
Oracles
Phantoms
Querents
Ra, Heliopic Brotherhood of
Shapeshifters, spirits, skeletons
Trolls
U - n/a
Vampires
Werewolves, witches, worms, warlocks
X - n/a
Y - n/a
Zombies
Frankenstein was hosting a tea party,
Of which I was happy to attend.
With goblins, ghosts and golems,
And other ghoulish friends.
The party started just at midnight,
But everyone showed up late...
Dragons brought some stolen treasure,
And Dracula brought the dates.
Witches prepared a magical stew,
And mummies brought the napkins.
Giants barreled in the grog,
And then you'll never guess what happened...
Demons danced with the fairies,
And hydras did party tricks.
Erinyes played cards with aliens,
And trolls drank the punch getting sick!
Then came in the man of the hour,
Frankenstein's own monster.
He happily did the moonwalk,
While werewolves performed a concert.
And then there was me, a human,
With nothing special to be...
Outside of having one simple question,
Where was the tea?
4-September-2021
Penny Postcard, Wrong Address
by Michael R. Burch
(for the victims and survivors of the Holocaust)
We saw their pictures:
tortured out of our imaginations
like golems.
We could not believe
in their frail extremities
or their gaunt faces,
pallid as our disbelief.
They are not
with us now ...
We have:
huddled them
into the backroomsofconscience,
consigned them
to the ovensofsilence,
buried them in the mass graves
of circumstancesbeyondourcontrol.
We have
so little left
of them
now
to remind us ...
It was my honor to work with survivors of the Holocaust as we translated their poems and prose accounts into English as a way of preserving them and making them available to larger audiences. Unfortunately, time waits for no one and the Holocaust survivors I worked with are no longer with us. But their words and testimonies remain, if we will only take the time to read and consider them. Keywords/Tags: Holocaust, victims, survivors, mass graves, pictures, images, tortured, frail, gaunt, skeletal, emaciated, thin, malnourished, golemic, horror, terror, inhumanity, madness, racism, antisemitism, slave labor, slavery, death camps, concentration camps, gas chambers, ethnic cleansing, genocide, murder, torture, world war II, memory, remembrance day, memorial day, tribute
Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits
comprising soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked,
via weathered tomb stones)
hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal mortals
betook their eternal slumber.
One among their number
included a misanthrope
who sported long straggly hair
bushy eyebrows shield
ding cold eyes of steel
straggly bearded clammy chin
in tandem with a hairy body
which when alive (long time ago)
upheld upon unshod feet, a severely
hunchbacked cretin
Within dense pitch-black terrain
(Mother Nature enlisting
a menagerie of life forms
accustomed to hellish environment)
awash with unrecognizable
alien sights and sounds
mollycoddling bewitching warlocks,
mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses
imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery
long and fostered Golems
who called underworld
their private demesne
also alluded to Marcy's playground
holding hostage Alice in Chains
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
The Beastie Boys, Culture Club
The Human League, and
Village People a Crowded House
Emitting wisps of ethereal matter
appearing a small medium at large
chat snap ping, flickr ring
indeed joyus minions
exalting piety good and plenti.
Prone ounce sing proud purgatory
promoting protean phantasmagoria
hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms
highly distorted grotesque
silent 10,000 maniacs screaming
sinister semblance to banshees
slithering across escarpment.
Echoing one end of universe to the other
putting to shame initial big bang
ranking as a mere whimper
that original primordial blast
which cosmological exploits
generated heavenly sphere instantaneously
comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex
essentially reduced to insignificance
albeit on the analogous tinker toy
premised conjectures of brilliant minds
could gander feeble educated guesses
asper extraordinary natural phenomena
mortal mankind could never approximate
as belligerent threats punctuated,
via nuclear warfare
merely rates as a flickr
amidst uber kindle snap chat ting
tinder blinks, extinguishes,
snuffs out one lowly
Beatle browed bipedal simian.