Long Inflaming 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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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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I've heard about non-violent communication
but wasn't deeply listening.
It didn't seem to have much of a plot,
a lack of creative tension,
drawing my full survivalist attention.

So this is probably all wrong
that I'm not owning my conspiring dissonant...

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Norwegian bachelor farmer days I never lived

Woebegone and egg foo young on you
meaning me of course
sidestepping a crucial positive
electric kool aid battery acid test
prior to pledging troth,
and tying Gordian knot
to strangulation point,
never fending for myself,
nor...

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Why isn’t human history taught as  part of our still evolving creation story?

How could our great ecopolitical drama not continually refine nutrients of language with ecosystemic regenerative functions, 
as distinguished from sometimes toxic and...

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After four weeks...
A cruel infection, poor Ted, now prevents
you receiving Mummy's milk; nourishment
vital for the whole of you. We long for
you to breathe, to cry, to see. The waiting
of all who hope for you, so...

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Ah the cake before the icing!!!!!! 

Notes:

Aimee Semple McPherson (October 9, 1890 – September 27, 1944), also known as Sister Aimee, was a Canadian born in Salford, Ontario. She was a Los Angeles–based evangelist and...

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A Frog

Frog, what did he do wrong?
He was run over by a car, dead.

Long and bitter cold winter months
he was hiding in a cave, frozen,
did not move like a rock. 

When the earth began yawning
the...

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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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Avoiding risk
is not always the best way to feed
and assertively, but not overbearingly, water
resilient opportunities.

Patriarchalism
is not ever the best way to build
resilient ecofeminist cooperative opportunities.

It may too often be exclaimed,
"The best offense
is a strong defense."

Defensive...

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Yuval Noah Harari
suggests that Nationalism's
Big Three Nemeses are fear of
nuclear holocaust,
degenerative climate trends,
and Business As Usual disruptions 
of eco-politically salvific technology.

When I first read this list
of his global Three,
the one that stood out
at least for...

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Great White Father,

About those anti-BadNewsMedia rallies
while our SouthWest is burning
and while our SouthEast is flooding
and wet windstorm conflagrating,
feeling the flamed-up wrath
of an angry EarthGoddess,

Why do you plant and nurture hate
and anger
against potential WinWin integral communicators?

Did...

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In the dusky depths where dreams dance daringly,
A story whispers, woven with whispered wonders,
Beneath the branches of a brooding, barren tree,
Where shadows linger, lost like forgotten echoes.

Each phrase a fragment, fused with fleeting feelings,
Artistry adorns...

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MRS PROTHEROE 

The Night Your Landlady Came To Your Room 

by Robert Davidson 

A loose gown in which her flesh swam free 
Fascinated 
Your eyes resting diffidently, the full white breasts 
The shadowed cleft 
Your...

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AFTER THE PARTY

                                ...

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On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular motions
Undulating amber rays on eve’s buoyant emotions.

Her dimples smiled upon...

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When wondering why
Earth is
as S/He are

Follow green capital wealth,
he monopolistically advised,
for playing more catastrophic
future win/lose games

And yet, remembered s/he,
also lead to future win/win learning
with full-spectral
deep mindful 
panentheistically organic
green vegetation nature,
and blue sky nurture,
and red skies...

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"The left hemisphere's assault on our embodied nature
is not just an assault on OUR bodies,
but on the embodied nature of the
[sacred EarthMother]
world around us."
Iain McGilchrist, The Master and his Emissary, p. 440

The WhiteMale monotheistic privileged...

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Oh, mythical fairy, how bashfully you woo me tonight
Attuning love’s lyrics to music of the passionate night
Alluring astral delight, the moon and stars you invite
Dazzling passions emanating from your enticing eyes
Twinkling celestial heights in scintillating...

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Dreams herein, our progeny, still birth sometimes inside,
blind and rigor twisted, formless foetuses upon
the terrace steps where innocence bled and occasionally died
screeching for salvation when every shred of hope was gone.
Yet also soared in glorious...

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In an abyss of madness
I am overwhelmed by the fog
It feels like I die
I crawl, I bleed
I suffocate, I choke
I fall, I feed
I float in the ocean
Of crimson and scraps
I lay with the trash
And to...

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Life burns vigorously
predatively
until retiring,
slowing down to glowering embers
reflecting on all consumed since birth.

Flaming gratitude feels not yet fulfilled,
heatedly completed,
but hanging on for what calming 
cooling purpose?
Embalming remnants of fueled meaning
with smug self-satisfaction
and feckless remorse.

Family relationships...

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Navigating vast oceans of life, negotiating its lows and highs,
Some blissful of pure joy, some burdened in griefs and sighs,
Riding aspirations eternal, rowing vigor of happiness I ride,
Undulating on tides of love, with your smile...

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Abuse
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Abuse
Lord this reader ..
Blessings be upon her
In the suffering
Of male abuse..

Mummy mummy !!
The baby yells until yellow
He bashes her 
Behind the door close
Her beauty
His jealous prize.

Daily she prays
The narc to cease
His abuse.
Down on her...

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Blurry thoughts, hurried thoughts, they need to settle down. 
Too tired to move, to worn out to groove, I'm frustrated all around. 
Crazy voice, I have no choice, I want to surrender to sweet sleep....

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