Long Insisting Poems

"Oak" 

The guardians
stood around and 
shook their heads

great thoughts 
quivering 
from the ground, roots up, 

as if to walk 
confidently 
with great armies

yet hesitation 
was witnessed
in their waving gestures

perplexed 
and touching 
green crowns, 

there they...

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She looked at him concerned
"Oh my God, we forgot the buns!"
A barbeque happening
Guests arriving
Coals flaming
Food prepared
But nothing to put burgers on
For their housewarming

Hasty instructions and some cash
From his Lover and her roomies
Then he starts to...

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Nucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch

“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.

“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a disaster,”
cried glib Punjab.

“After Y2k,
time will spin out of control anyway,”
flamed...

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Salve
by Michael R. Burch

for the victims and survivors of 9-11

The world is unsalvageable ...
but as we lie here
in bed
stricken to the heart by love
despite war’s
flickering images,

sometimes we still touch,

laughing, amazed,
that our flesh
does not despair
of love
as...

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Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.

Mine must be art-official?zenlike Art?
a...

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Sandy Hook Call to Love
by Michael R. Burch
 
Our hearts are broken today
for our children's small bodies lie broken;
let us gather them up, as we may,
that the truth of our Love may be spoken;
then, when...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems about the earth, climate change, global warming, extinction events, and mankind's role on an endangered world ...



Polish
by Michael R. Burch

Your fingers end in talons?
the ones you trim to...

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I find multicultural capital investment
socially healthier
politically wealthier
than more win/lose capital competitions.

Sociologists
may call this deep social communication capital,
so why don't natural scientists
discover naturally cooperative capital investments
is a long-winded way
of winding around
recognizing 
and appreciating,
not depreciating,
multiculturing health power?

With...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Watts Is Burning
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014


Run children run!
Run sister run!
Run brother run!

Run for your guns

We ain't backing down
Not this time -

Run through
the
poisoned 
 black smoke,

that
permeates
through
Watts -

Run pass
the
looting,

Run down
the
land mine
streets,

Run pass
the house
that's 
no longer
your home -

Run...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Watts Is Burning
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014


Run children run!
Run sister run!
Run brother run!

Run for your guns

We ain't backing down
Not this time -

Run through
the
poisoned 
 black smoke,

that
permeates
through
Watts -

Run pass
the
looting,

Run down
the
land mine
streets,

Run pass
the house
that's 
no longer
your home -

Run...

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They made a smooth grounding outside of the stable behind Dyndoeth's cottage.  As they did Rådyrvokter heard them and came out of the stable to greet them.
     “It is good...

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A boy and board in Brooklyn
bedeviled by the breath of baroque battles
bemused with a belligerent brain beauty
and befriended by battlefield bravado, 
the chessmen championed his ego
wickedly warring to a visionary's voodoo,
those soldiers of black and...

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Lyrics of Bigflo & Oli's hit song, Dommage: “T’is a Pity!” Translated by T. Wignesan

https://bigfloetoli.lnk.to/LaVraieVie

(Two brothers: Florian (the elder with the “Big” prefix) and Olivio ORDONEZ, born and raised in music from an early age...

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I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is...

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Walking Meditation
                    by Odin Roark

“And I thought marriage was hard.”

Taking Meditation for a walk
nags me with...

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It's unfortunate that some humans and animals conduct their lives as if they                      ...

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A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)...

ready for night time in bedlam
after swallowing me favorite dram,
cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam.

Whiling away his time playing solitaire...
initially prepped, honed, and crafted
November second two thousand and twenty
slightly tweaked February nineteenth
two...

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JACOB AND JACOBA
Once upon time, in a land not far, were a born prince and his baby 
sister.
Their names given were Jacob and Jacoba.
Now the tale goes that Jacob was a very insisting child.
His sister...

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Synopsis:
A powerful video, lyrics and music that sheds light on the devastating impact of poverty, illustrating how it fuels crime, gang violence, and psychological trauma in communities around the world. Innocent people, caught in the...

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I wish you would’ve told me,
That I was no longer worth your time.

Your back-handed alabaster murmurs
Stroll passed my skeptical exhales
As I greeted you like adults should

But, your whitened pupils
Spoke louder
Than your failed dreams
To be a...

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“Was gesagt werden muss” (“What must be said”)
by Gunter Grass
translation by Michael R. Burch

Why have I remained silent, so long,
failing to mention something openly practiced
in war games which now threaten to leave us
merely meaningless footnotes?

Someone’s...

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Robert's Uncle John had passed away. Robert's mother Ann was John's 
sister. Roberts mom had called him and asked him to come over to John's
house and take what ever him and his wife Mary wanted...

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By: Moji Agha -- June 24, 2016 -- Tucson, Arizona

Last dusk at a small Tucson park, my 3-year-old dear friend, Rafi,
insisted unhesitatingly on imitating, no, actually embodying, a baby dog.
REALLY! As real is Trump's Presidential...

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I stand here today
Watching the struggles of yesterday

The never ending trauma seen
In a very deep ravine

From a baby it’s clear to see
She had been tortured to a degree

The stories of mass abuse
Should of made her...

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