Long Implosions Poems

Kin
by Michael R. Burch

O pale, austere moon,
haughty beauty ...

what do we know of love, 
or duty?



Daredevil
by Michael R. Burch

There are days that I believe
(and nights that I deny)
love is not mutilation.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There are...

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I Loved You
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
translation by Michael R. Burch

I loved you ... perhaps I love you still ...
perhaps for a while such emotions may remain.
But please don’t let my feelings trouble you;
I do not...

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Daredevil
by Michael R. Burch

There are days that I believe
(and nights that I deny)
love is not mutilation.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There are tightropes leaps bereave:
taut wires strumming high
brief songs, infatuations.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There were cannon shots’ soirees,
hearts...

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These are poems about storms, poems about squalls, poems about tempests...



Squall
by Michael R. Burch

There, in that sunny arbor,
in the aureate light
filtering through the waxy leaves
of a stunted banana tree,

I felt the sudden monsoon of your...

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These are poems about storms, poems about squalls, poems about tempests...



Dark-bosomed clouds
pregnant with heavy thunder ...
the water breaks
—Michael R. Burch



Squall
by Michael R. Burch

There, in that sunny arbor,
in the aureate light
filtering through the waxy leaves
of a...

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REGENERATION GAME

Poverty stigmatises
Poverty overwhelms
Poverty condemns

To rid an area of its poor
Is the new regeneration game 
That governments catering to middle class greed employ
Thus keeping the third estate in check 

Sterility of environment 
White washing of...

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Ànd I thought to myself how I do, stand within astonishing disbelief

When I behold once more the manifestation of his maligned and malignant face....

Like somehow viewing an apparition appearing, before the gates of grace

Disguisingly vague;...

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She feels the sun's heat despite sitting in shadows 

Feeling heart beats as loud as drums - and the drums weren't just beats.

They were clocks ticking down to zero, waiting to explode - 

Tears as...

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I was a soul born in chaos
my beginnings and consciousness infinitesimal
I have been blasted by forces
outside of my own natures call
and yet I can see the raw beginning
of a mind fluid
with the elements of the...

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Life so complicated, so vindicated
Life never so simple in the dimple
Smiling, pining, piling up pressure in indicated
Moments and torments in a pesky pimple

Germinating on a face hitherto serene
Driven bonkers when complication that conquers
Spaces and territories...

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Patrolling the jungle, testosterone surging, muscles finely tuned 
      He stumbles upon Jane swimming naked, in an open lagoon 
        This handsome stallion...

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Echoes of rage and apathy stomp the barren corridors where hope once flourished
Snow-bitten frosts eventually seize the soul
Blanketing all that withers inside
Tempestuous thoughts amidst agonies wrought
No calm from this storm or escaping yourself
Confined in a...

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Vogon ReVisited—

Voltage elect potential energy tween two points ver vnit vharged;
Visible  referring  light spectrum intergalactic, electromagnetic,
vadiation that has a wavelength tween vanometers; 
Can be seen by the human eye.
Invasions, implosions humanity asks WHY?

wazz!!!vitellogenesis...

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Wanna know why my verbs hurt, 
I’ve held them in for so long they became cursed words.
The worst of the worst, it hurts ‘cause they’re nursed,
Cradled then derailed into a million who were impaled by...

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For Sara Jama's contest - Casualty of your Cruelty -
Inspired by the painting Oil and Gravel on Canvas by Sadamasa Motonaga

what is composure
perhaps just containment and presentation - 
    an angle you...

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Silent grief echoes ..
It had casted a spell upon every core of my being..
Aloneness ..
Reflections of how someone so dear ..
Can impact another..

Grieve in silence..
Somber moments ..
Indescribable pain..
As I painfully ponder on how this must...

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Silent grief echoes ..
It had casted a spell upon every core of my being..
Aloneness ..
Reflections of how someone so dear ..
Can impact another..

Grieve in silence..
Somber moments ..
Indescribable pain..
As I painfully ponder on how this must...

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When thinking of indigenous wisdom,
I feel more globally open,
more universally connected,
hoping to hear with multicultural listening ears
and astutely perceptive eyes
deductively retouching
inductively felt nonviolent communications
with all natural/spiritual dipolar
bicamerally balanced EarthTribes
present
immigrations from Earth's past
emigrations toward co-passioned future

EarthMother...

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This amber sky misted with periwinkle,
Daydreams close their eyes and grow,
These stars fade like the air we breathe,
Beyond my hopes of wishes yet seen,
Inside the stars will surely still shine,
Brighter than our lives do despite...

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Zounds!
longing for a 
merciful descent into 
the terminal ground 
where smoky eyes
semi-watch
streams of
semi-(dis)information
exhaled from
smoking brains
on a mission
to search &
deconstruct

ticking clocks
taunt
timely bombs
lost in 
purple blobs
of
orange haze
awaiting
purging deluges
sprinkled with
white bolts of
blinding hell

the raving
raven's
feathers flicker 
while 
flippant tentacles
grope...

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Keeper of Wishes

Look up!  Look into the face of clear astral nights – 
See my trail of fiery radiance hurtling across swirling galaxies,
Streaking through star dust of light years –
In this space where silence...

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Harvest of Stars

Look up!
Sparkling autumn stars above swirl in the Milky Way
Glittering umber, gold and fire of astral leaves
Streak through star dust of light years
Twirling in the gradual autumnal transition sway
Under falling aster stars born...

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There’s never enough time.
With minutes left, I search for your face.
I hope I see it soon, among the stars.
I’ve stalled & drug around buying time
Until you arrive, to no avail.
There’s never enough time.
Everyone’s always in...

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Dawn's Calyx Woke Her And She Saw Pink Explosions

Dawn's calyx woke her and she saw pink explosions
As if hot flaming rays across the window sill
She woke me, I was brainstorming some implosions
Laughed together, love was...

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We sat aloft an isle dune
  peering over the ocean,
waves mesmerizing 
  our inner turmoil,
grainy surf's implosions 
    pulverized ego's scope,
whilst voices turned hazy
 wiping out equilibrium
midst broiling sun's psyche
...

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