Long Impregnated Poems

"It [Communion] is the liberating experience of the Authentic Self recognizing itself in others--the many coming together as One in egoless freedom and the mutual conscious intention to evolve."...

"It [Evolutionary Enlightenment] is a new and...

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Thus says He who guards the gate,
The atmosphere is stagnant,
Stagnant with discontented gluttons,
Tangled with tricks and deceptions,
Soaked with indoctrination,
And charged with foul breath. 

Thus says He who guards the gate,
The atmosphere is saturated,
Saturated with dirt...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our life’s sojourn in the shadowing times
we spend here on this...

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The dilemma of unfolded experience 
Thief of the universal peace
Thunder storm that terrifies the universe
You are the creature that lives invisibly within
The tremendous bug that bugs the planet earth
Uncomfortable but certainly portable to carry
Possibly replaceable...

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The chilled musky air torments the aging Saxon stone;
whistling through the aisles, the sound reverberating
as it sweeps along the colonnade.
Moonlight penetrates ancient glass stained windows,
initiating reflected shadows, as an innocent mind pulsates tempestuously,
he who was...

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Q  What does the word sin mean?

A  Think of an archer, shooting an arrow at a target.  His arrow hits the target but
     fails 'to hit the bullseye.'...

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"kill them before the end of this week," he said. 
She ignored his commandment. 
" put quicker killing poison  in their foods," 
He insisted.  
"Why? 
How can I do this mass killings 
of innocent people?...

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(Collection of Brevity Poems, 50 words or less)

Fall (24 Words)

Random vibrations
Branches stand still
Autumn’s frailty
Shaking in the wind

Warmer hues presented
As air outside chills
Branches emptying
Solemnly to the ground


You Are Not the Father (38 words)

Prince Charming thought he’d...

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Still within this beginning of Time,
Her Goddess planted
one Tree of Life and Death
regenerating cycles of RNA intelligence
and permaculture.

RNA was and is in and of this Tree of Time
searching for what might rhyme
and rhythm as DNA...

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I'm angry, about to throw a fit, and I wish a poet would challenge me.
Follow me into the fiery bottomless pit, and I'll show you demonic poetry!

I have a need to make a poet bleed,...

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pure and simple
the smile and dimples
the vanity of being wanted

loved and adored,
 such admiration might
 cause one to be ignored

thus should such behavior
 cause others to favor
simply by the looks of the flesh

eyes can lie
and...

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A boy. Short. He goes to school and cowardly hides behind every corner, scouting out what lurks behind the next turn. Always shoved and disregarded, he seemed to have no friends. He was bullied everyday...

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When the smoky quartz sun 
slumbers into a cold winter, 
    we see the aftermath of a garnet twilight, 
   it is then, we find rose stars 
that refuse to...

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Buna
by Primo Levi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Mangled feet, cursed earth,
the long interminable line in the gray morning
as Buna smokes corpses through industrious chimneys...

Another gray day like every other day awaits us.

The terrible whistle shrilly...

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This morning as I was reading the genealogy of Jesus from Matthew's Gospel,                      ...

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Paradise may be that moment when we turn back to the past,
And discover that its beauty existed despite our presence,
A time when our departure reveals the splendor, hidden beneath the whirls of shadows,
We wandered through...

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Water rains the philosophies of mums each morning plying jeer can with tough 
faces because the taps have been experiencing months of loneliness in it 
gush. 

The waking of sleepless mums gluing their hope to...

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       You cannot tell someone how to be poetic.
One of the beauty's of God's creation is variety.

Everyone has a different way to view the world. So expression is personal...

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After three glasses of memories,  I was drunk in deep thought 
Staggering through the pavement of my meditation I couldn't help but to think of the land I came from
Where trees bow in submission...

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Barren oh barren,
Who are you?
To suck away the pride in a woman’s cradle?
Healers attempted to resolve u with vague riddles!
A deadly monster you are, BARREN!
Tell me who gave you that WARRANT?
To deny someone the joy...

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Sue dated an old bloke called Darren
He said surgery'd made him barren
But one errant sperm
Escaped from his ‘worm’
Now Sue’s had a baby named Sharon!

05~24~17

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

For his sins he surely will pay
Strong little swimmer...

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The blood flews in Darfur and in all parts of Sudan. What can a social activist
could do to the genocide cruelty affter the Jewish holocaust in Europe in the forties?
Features of grief impregnated in the...

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The streets, breeds…
These ghetto streets filled with hunger and pain,
Where civil hands toil in hardships but lives remain plain.
Walking the street corner at night puts lives at stake,
I see a sister looking to make a...

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It is no fault but to deny now uvailed the eye by expressed Words inspired Divine.
Living breaths vital breeze from emancipated iniquity 
two armies wage war on the small city as One calls on 
prophecy.
Nothing...

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Gone are the fields of winter white
soon to be replaced by hues of greens and yellows,
in the interim, fields of barren brown and dirty gold
turned, to breathe warm air from departed winter chill

Plumes of black...

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