Long Greedily Poems

Too many times sadly
too seldom gladly
I must learn to trust
Earth's future more

Both Father Sun's timeless 
rounds of enlightenment
and Mother Earth's
codependent rhythms
regenerating rich 
empowering 
soulful soil
and surfing seas

And this trusting more
impels healing trauma's lessons,
surviving hale and...

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Nucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch

“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.

“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a disaster,”
cried glib Punjab.

“After Y2k,
time will spin out of control anyway,”
flamed...

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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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Forever is only a moment lost without champion the cause Anderson mister burnette blossom barachatta Barbara Streisand globally Hussein ghost minnows shady lane candles blue stay real vanderbuilts vaults of favored few points topless blunt...

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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My internal experience of depression
today shames
external ecology of elation,
all I might know as warm extended family
of profoundly peaceful impressions
still bare surviving
at end of this slow-fading thread.

This morning
one Epictetus sentence
speaks of blaming left-hemisphere dominant GodVoices:

"People are...

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Gory video games are playing on the television screen…everyone watches excitedly without a flinch of fear…where’s peace when I need it? Where’s love when I want it? Where’s their sanity? Is it replaced with vanity...

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“The Tear”



How many oceans of salt 
does it take to form a tear?

Unrelenting waves of sorrow 
pounding a broken heart
hears the howl of sharp beaked foolish flying monkeys
ignorant feeding frenzies swallow whole lost families 
swept...

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LETTER TO A SOLDIER
A Trilogy


I.  SONGS OF LOVE

Love walked with me
In the crisp fall air
In a shower of gold and red.
Love showed me the print
Of a doe’s foot
And where she made her bed.

Love sat...

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My umbilical scar is hollowed out
Now it's like a tiny wormhole on my belly 
Its a cherished remnant of the coil that nourished me into existence 
I still feel a little tug through my bell...

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A synchronised swan chime is very pleasant in a cool breeze but sampling an electric blanket supper is just not that amazing. Nor is it justifiable in a spring turreted garden. Gardeners grabbing gates greedily...

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Many see me as that crazy cat guy, 
who dresses in black all of the time,
and keeps to himself, or to just a chosen few,
and while the latter two accusations may very well be true,
"crazy...

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Gazing down along the zealously
Monitored borders of well clipped
Evergreen Privet hedges.
Standing watchful guard over 
Divisions
Re-enforced by concrete posts and
Darkly stained, wooden, wavy-lap 
Fences;
Age-old neighbourly disputes, petty
Grudges and childish jealousies -
Ably demonstrated by various
Patchworks of shabbily...

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He was a man of few words, except for what had to be heard or said,
Loving, caring and gentle this simplest of souls, proud in respect,
And reverence always bowing his head to a higher powers...

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Have you ever pondered
shadows are made of 
softness, they are not 
hard surfaced like 
those of us existing 
outside of the white noise

unable to grasp -

the invisible, 
that speak meaning to us, 
whispering their sagacious...

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These are poems about war and defenses.



Defenses
by Michael R. Burch

Beyond the silhouettes of trees
stark, naked and defenseless
there stand long rows of sentinels:
these pert white picket fences.

Now whom they guard and how they guard,
the good Lord...

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Privilege
by Michael R. Burch

This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who has written eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in "Lessons for a Barren Population."

No, I will never know
what you saw...

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Who is the real threat to America?
The Mexicans? The illegal immigrants? The Muslims?
Or the Manchurian Candidate in the White House?

Anybody who has ears to hear and brain to think critically
and is not a clone of...

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When first we met ,your eyes' deep longing 
And the hunger in my heart  drew us
Together.
So sensuous and sinuous were you 
Setting my whole being atingle ,alight
And aflame.
My voice quivering  with your eager...

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Blood, , urine, in order; perfume and sweat, pleasure combined
Visually impaired by smog and darkness
I can sense bodies; I can smell life and excess
The taste is overpowering and I gav
I'm quiet as a mouse, fearful,...

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The witches ball,

Halloween is drawing near
As the leaves begin to fall,
They`re flying in from everywhere
For the annual witches ball.

Toothless hags from north to south
And crones from west to east,
They gather on all hallows eve
To share...

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I push my head out the car window
As far as I can reach
I’m on a ride
Through Beirut
Energized
Galvanized
Oblivious to the walls
Of restriction
On my soul
I lean out futhur
My hair wild and free
The wind making love to me
Caressing...

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Sponsor : Robert James Ligouri 

IRON MAIDEN 

Iron maiden was she 
fathered from loins of 
Zeus flow free ~
surrounded by swords 
steely three, icicle aura 
bounded hounded 
innocence thorned 
crowned exiled
white mane this maiden 
iron...

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Interpretation:

Lying beside my cold, stale ashes
I feel the dawn preparing her day
With little, hushed peaceful gestures

Then upon opening my eyes, I greet her crimson smile
Slowly peering over the horizon, whilst over I turn
And say good...

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