Long Impresses Poems

R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at last
before His throne my past
is put to test
and the demons...

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Let me speak clearly with you
dear religious and atheist Trumpians,

A fool in executive office
is a leader
only in foolish directions.

A rich thief
is the worst thief
as survival motives
are absent,
so self-thrival motives
remain piratically rampant.

An intellectual prostitute
to feel-good AmericaFirst...

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MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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Sonnets XXV-XXXII

Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a...

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C:
  I journeyed long upon the way, e-mailed through your router
  hello "Henry", good to greet, I am in your computer
  I am between him and her, so I am gender neuter

...

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Her insecurity would not let her see,
I wanted her!
I thought she knew, my heart was opened.
I should've asked.

She walked on a thread, fourteen stories high
to cross from her building to mine.

The devil at her side,...

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My esteemed Rinpoche
repeatedly impresses upon me
Our humane democratic vocation
to become an enlightened individual.

Which sounds like a polyculturing lot,
for absorbent 
co-acclimating residents and guests
of Earth's cooperative green/blue hermitage
To accomplish 
in solitude,
in one semi-lifetime,
demi-deathtime.

While this seems ambiguously...

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It's still in the 4am world and I've woken up
Though it's light outside (it's closer to 5 really)
This part of the night feels like it belongs only to me, where my thoughts could land and...

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In the opaque distance transverses the lingering sound
Echoes beyond the darkness emits vibrations opposing the ground
The imposing clouds renders their shadows all around
In the metaphor of tranquility an endearment begins to come
The clouds are scattered...

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In the opaque distance transverses the lingering sound
Echoes beyond the darkness emits vibrations opposing the ground
The imposing clouds renders their shadows all around
In the metaphor of tranquility an endearment begins to come
The clouds are scattered...

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What do a lot of people do at 1:00 am?
Watch late night television, read, or watch letterman?
A lot happens at this time of night,
Sometimes bar people, get drunk, and have fights.

What is their to do...

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>>1111>>EVIL vs CONSCIOUSNESS<<1111<<

                                ...

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As I sit there upright and snooty, my maid brings my meal.
“Here you are sir, how do you feel?”
“I'm pleasant.” “Don't forget I have two guests coming today.”
“Yes sir, I'll come up and notify you...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies,...

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"The Book According to St Lovejoy 1:3 (Part 1)"

1. 3’s the Number so here we’ll commence
I’ll start moving while the non-believers
sit on their fence
A very little known Chapter, part of a
most significant Book 
all the...

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Toro was waiting anxiously at the local
dog shelter, with sad lonely eyes. He paced
back and forth, as the days passed him by.

   If I wasn't a little Chihuahua, maybe they
would choose me then....

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Written: April 16, 2024
                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She slowly releases her pen and descends,
Tucking neatly inside her...

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Worshipping in Nature's Sanctuary
by L. Milton Hankins

Johnny-Jump-Ups nestle into the forest floor mosses,
Along with dainty Jack-in-the-Pulpits hiding beneath
The larger fronds of swampy ferns soaking up moisture
From the dew-laden flowering branches of laurel
Where I find myself...

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THE FRIEND OF HENRY of MONMOUTH

Soundbites for a damaged heart
Surreal but so poetic
Study myself as is my wont
My God, I am pathetic. 

Words still ringing in my ears
"I have to let one of you go"...

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Massive, gray, these leaden waves
bear their unchanging burden—
the sameness of each day to day

while the wind seems to struggle to say
something half-submerged planks at the mouth of the bay
might nuzzle limp seaweed to understand.

Now collapsing...

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In the vast beauty and diversity
                 of the reaches of the cosmos
       ...

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I have realised shortly that "silence"is one of my 
defence mechanism.
At times when sprayed by anger I drape my 
outfit silence.
Yes, I veil my emotions with quietude.
There are lot of aggression boiling inside 
powerful mind...

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Fascinated by the dark waters—what lies beneath the harried waves? Cold clings with liquid silk and seaweed; her tail impresses, her flippant lips drown sailors. They smile for the camera, teeth white as their sails....

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*Image of Lovers Night by Pinterest.

Tale of The Night Movers

Hail, a phantom moon
traversing its cloaked
chambered recesses
of her prevalent crown.

Unspool gently and host
minding eyes immersed 
within your ethereal pull
exacting Cupid's pursuit
impresses dependably.

Slay suspicious initiatives
yond hints of...

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You are like the peacock on the top of Radisson blue sky 
The red eyes and blue heart of you dig out my sense of desire
Envy there is hidden to gasp all and lust flourishes...

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