Long Impartially Poems

Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like searchlights seeking contact in the distance . . .

Quiescent unions...

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The mind doesn't passively await impressions, no tabula rasa,
The mind is active, understanding, not just a passerby.
He had bete noire towards Christianity, a Scottish Nominalist,
David Hume, born in Edenborough, was a philosophical skeptic.
Born in 1711,...

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POEMS ABOUT EROS AND CUPID

These are translations of ancient Greek poems about Eros. Eros was the Greek counterpart of the Roman god Cupid. While today we tend to think of Cupid as an angelic cherub...

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Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch

“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga

Preposterous Eros shot me in
the buttocks, with a Devilish grin,
spent all my money in a rush
then left my heart effete pink mush.


These are poems about Eros, the...

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Millions were deceived in my name;
Coated faces everywhere in my name;
Brutal wolves in a sheep’s clothing;
Like a deadly sea where all kinds of evil is unseen;
By their fruits, my name is painted in different colours;
Yet...

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[Continued from Part Two]


The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances...

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My mind fluttered its wings for its journey
towards spirituality at my adolescence, 
as childhood was just study and play
while daily morning prayers a dull ritual.

In my teen, I used to wonder
about attachments towards relations, 
the...

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With one hand laid upon the Holy book
The new Judge raises her other hand high.
She swears an oath that millions before her promised:
Faithful service, unbiased justice, no compromise.

       ...

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I die of thirst beside the fountain
I'm hot as fire, with shaking teeth
In my own country I'm in distant land
Beside the blaze I'm shivering in flames
Naked as a worm, dressed like a president
I laugh in...

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Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our...

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first time in my departure denying what was there,
coming back a second time was confirmed, more aware,
such genuine words spoken, but so impartially shown,
the pickings and choosings inevidibly known,
this fog lingered such unfairness to be...

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An echo is felt, touched, recalled,
it drums against our hearts,
strikes softly upon the ringing
shell of being.

An echo hammers upon an open door,
it is unconcerned with any closeted desires,
it is not ours to interpret.

Echo's image comes...

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who pulls our breath
and then exhales 
rhythmically
by day and night

to find out
we follow the breath
becoming one with the flow
without interfering

silence
makes breath shallow
akin to sleep mode
in the waking state

if breath is erratic 
it signals thoughts are...

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The wind can be temperamental
It certainly has confusing moods
Remember the mistral is elemental
And ofttimes is prone to brood.

Hurricane, squall  ruination bring
Harmful tantrums evoke fear
Empathetic west wind softly sings
So gentle it certainly has no peer.

Magical...

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