Long Hole in the sky Poems

Dear people, 
    (Am i?) Mad it’s a conformist state?
A status that perpetuates people to pair, to compare, to prepare, 
to perfect, before performance, …?
    -sure hard to try...

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Auschwitz Rose
by Michael R. Burch
											
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon’s, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I still love her and extend this sacred...

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Close your eyes
Explicit shame sheds rage in my eyes
I’ll be alright in the morning light and the night’s so bright
Open up your eyes
Sharpen me like your pensive pencil……
Begin with me, thinking I’m not thin
Paper thin,...

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Lost
for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba
by Michael R. Burch

Something inescapable is lost—
lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,
vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars
immeasurable...

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Close your eyes
Explicit shame sheds rage in my eyes
I’ll be alright in the morning light and the night’s so bright
Open up your eyes
Sharpen me like your pensive pencil……
Begin with me, thinking I’m not thin
Paper thin,...

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Todesfugue ("Death Fugue")
by Paul Celan
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Black milk of daybreak, we drink you come dusk;
we drink you come midday, come morning, come night;
we drink you and drink you.
We’re digging a grave like...

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"Novitiate"

Wading through
turgid mainstream
Novitiate makes her 
way to the bottom rungs
of the Clean Team

Where dreams are 
captured a.m. p.m. .
on the run with 
weeping neutered minds
zero sublime 
same old, same old

Asks herself,
“Where’s the substance?
Am I gormless...

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I wanted to write something in which each successive line had one more letter than the one before; it basically wrote itself :


I
do
not
wish
to see
the sky
before a
bird goes
soaring by
that I may be
at once alive
observing him
soar, turn...

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THE SUNFLOWERS- With the morning sun on the rise, they slowly lift their heads and their petals of yellowish-gold spread smiling with the sun. 

THE HOUSE- As a passer-by, sitting atop a hill all trim...

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Hang yourself from that family tree, cut it down build a coffin for you and me. I ain’t got time for that threshin’ floor.  Not the first time I’ve felt the inside of a...

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Blue Hole

Caught between a high and a low
Wild winds created 
Sneer at my sunlit scenes 
In surrender -
Begging to share luminosity nascent -
Slamming clouds together
In tight hollows
Where my interrupted dreams cower -
Unfinished ravished rainbows,
Stuck on...

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1.	Friend, I have stood on the precipice of thy blade before
                     The sharp edge shall...

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Sorrow is the looming sadness
brought forth by the past
through a hole in the sky.
An image within an image.
A scene of a winter window
a young girl with pigtails peers
out of at nothing in particular
but the last...

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Did the Ouija board tell you
Our love is dead
And your world is undying?
Did the séance open your eyes
The beauty of the blind
Was the truth surprising?

The lovers separated
And the tower fell
The high priestess holds the moon
With...

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We are the nothing


We are the others, the never wills, the nothingness of death.
We are nothing, you are less; spineless, useless, worthless, blessed.
Burn it to the ground and ground it down;
I love falling apart in...

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I sit here staring into the sky, watching my life pass me by.
Mysterious, yet curious of what it holds for my future. 
Shinning bright, hoping for the flight to be over
But still I promised, I...

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Morning wears dark clouds like veils.
                    They churn among themselves and drift to the west.
 ...

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Like some Dantean punishment
It descended in mid-May,
And turned my favorite springtime month
Into an endurance test.

We fell to sleep beneath a tide of heat
And rose to rising heat, uncoiling
From the roasting ground.

The heat was thickly wet...

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Did I hear you right in the noise high 
you said to me with a deep conviction, 
there’s a bright hole carved in the sky.
I asked you, is it not your imagination?

The pained years uncover...

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There’s a hole in my sky where everything drains to,
And nothing ever comes back when I want it,
Except for the rain.

It’s just a hole no bigger than a beach ball,
The light of the moon is...

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I find that if I cut a lens-size whole
in a cardboard box then place that box
over my head the stars
arrange themselves
into, not the named constellations,
but ordinary oddments once lost then found
and eventually junked.

I find that...

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La da di lay
La da di la 

Nothing is real,
isn’t that nice?

La da di day
La da di night

Everything breaks,
but it burns so bright-

and when I twirl
the world’s in my eyes…

La da di doo 
La da...

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What's to be when life goes by,
Swirling around like the eight satellites,
Written in dilation with time implied,
Spiraling towards a hole in the sky,
The angels sing while others tend to cry,
A long journey as the soul...

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Thoughts and Thinking

There’s a hole in the sky through it I run

Living where the sun doesn't shine

The shooting stars disappear in the sun

Looking for something that's just not mine


Now here's a well that won't run...

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