Long Impassive Poems

I.
He was patient very-very
with child's tenderness in eyes
yellow winged angel's unwary,
He was living quiet in skies.
Without disputes, without roughness, 
without want to weep and moan,
He was dreaming among heartless
building cloud castles alone.
He was waking up...

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No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur...

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before...

here where you have...

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My hair bristled in the crisp breeze
Excitement spreading throughout my body
Even the sudden cold amused my fingertips,
Tingles spreading through my hands and up my arms
Soon I would be there too. . .
In the murky shadows...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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PART I

The girl was walking with the boy. The color of her cotton saree was lighter green. Her face was a little worried.  Some might not fully understand the situation, some might see her...

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My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails,
Silently slip over the gleaming tiles of an urban temple,
Where hipsters sip artisanal nectar on lazy Tuesday afternoons,
Under the impassive gaze of a Bucharest wrapped in...

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On becoming a night owl...,
no matter whether or not ya give a hoot

especially after feeling super charged
watching the second night of 
Democratic National Convention conclave
ushering a hint of "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité.

Men and women are born...

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Born into a world with only one hand to hold
Delivered by eyes impassive to his existence 
cold fingers brought no warmth to his welcome
While no strength held him high.
The yearning in his eyes hollowed with...

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If Thou take not our hands,
and feet,
our bodies
hosting ghostly minds,
our organic inside communion lives
flowing out emphatic communication love

We cannot continue to fail,
to fear,
to feel tired,
retired,
weary,
untreaded,
worn,
unpleasant,
numb.

When I try to sing this earnest prayer
with only my heady...

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Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless...

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After two more hours of watching 
When the night was at its deepest 
Han roused Kwona for her vigil
Till the first light of the morning 

But a mood of laughter took them
By some magic of...

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Le Bateau ivre (“The Drunken Boat”), an Excerpt
by Arthur Rimbaud
translation by Michael R. Burch

The impassive river carried me downstream
as howling warriors slashed the bargemen's throats,
then nailed them, naked, to their former posts,
while I observed all...

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What happened to my boisterous boy,
      beloved keeper 
                     ...

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Once upon a time,
In a secluded, distant kingdom,
There lived a beautiful princess
Who spent her days carefree,
If not slightly impassive,
Exploring the palace gardens and
Dancing nimbly around the courtyards,
More often than not accompanied by her ladies-in-waiting,
The youngest...

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*Author's note. This one was inspired by some lovely yet sad pics by the artist destinyblue. This was very sad and emotional for me to write. Here's the pics that inspired this. Hope you enjoy...

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Canvas, calm, grinning. . .blank
Had words screamed, scarecrows trapped on the poles of their creators,
Had words formed psalms that barricaded the strongholds of the heart,
Divine despair would desperately take hold again,
Embellishing the muse
To smile, the...

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Laura Lee's Funeral

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We get so caught up in right and wrong, discussing it is this that will benefit us and that that will harm us, we get so caught up and tired and so very thoughtful on...

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The taste of you is still sharp on my tongue.
Beside me your form, vulnerable in sleep, 
Unaware of the stroke of my hand along your spine.
All day I gaze at the gentle swell of my...

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Sometimes quotes are all that we leave  behind... quote by poet


I told them I'm tired   now
time stands still   a casual acquaintance  without breaths
death is not gracious   ...

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On Mother's Day.
That Sabbath Day, I put flame to eight candles and knelt down to pray.

I humble myself with fasting to intensify my communication with God who is our all and all.
During that spiritual and...

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This love – how tragically bittersweet it is…
A dance macabre, performed on fallen angel wings; 
It is a gliding duet of two lost souls, 
Spiralling together into ethereal self destruction – 
In a doomed embrace,...

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Here you collapse, crying alone
Does the ocean make you feel 
Like all your desperate appeals
Break futilely as waves 
On impassive stone? 

Let me shake this icy rain off you
Let me drape this purple cape I...

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He inspires somber fireside melodies 
Children keep a distance, 
or whisper trepid greetings 
Tears roll uncontrollably
and nights never end  

Once,  
he could conjure soft rains, 
And the sensation of stormy droplets  
One...

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What lesser mortals? 

What lesser mortals
than Rimbaud
claim themselves 
a poet within 
another self, 
for there is more 
than just one self

depending on the
time and day 
and nothing 

is as it seems
at first, 
we are born...

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