Long Inviolate Poems

Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.

When I held you in...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - VI - Chaim Nachman Bialik, Erich Fried

After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
translation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me: 
Here was a man—now, poof, he's...

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"FALL"



I wrap
my Autumn world
around you

Calliope turning
raising the 
season’s poetry, 

I am she
returning 

dancing 
with Summer’s 
dying leaves 

Twirling you up into 
my warm golden brown 
symphony

hear me sing, 
whispering notes,
holding keys 

towards you 
you're approachable
reaching...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 5: EVOLUTION



Fly’s Eyes
by Michael R. Burch

Inhibited, dark agile fly along
paint-peeling sills, up to the bright glass drawn
by radiance compounded thousandfold,—
I do not see the same as you, but hold
antenna to the brilliant...

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"Missed" 

if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of 
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.

lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of...

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in intriguing little crime scene
we have here eh Inspector Marsupial
a freeway overpass whore's 
cardboard box and mattress
and a paperclip necklace 
juxtaposed on a dissecting table
at some point a losing strategy
has to be examined
even if the...

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Points Above and Below the Line
(Enea Canonises Catherine of Siena)

It's not a thing we go for any more, 
that hierarchy malarkey, but in fact 
the medieval mind set mega store 
by stairs and ladders. All...

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Nobody has the slightest clue
but there are no leads, either...

We have made sure of that.

The paradigm of who we are
has been
put forth and created
by the ones we love
as much as we created
it in our own...

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Old Mountain tales of love spin 'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls, drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter, a honeybee’s dance in summer’s rush,
Ignites my days with passion, 'tis morn I cry.
Calm, twilight lingers, her...

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"WINTER"


the beautiful season 
of suspension
where we find 
our true selves

hibernating

under sacred blankets
of wisdom won 
dreaming of all 
the days past, gone 

in the never complete

and we dream 
in songs
of the other life
approaching

beautiful, 
inviolate,
lilting pure,
lighter, pristine,...

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POPPIES  &  MUSHROOMS 

I desire a beautiful sky.
One to inhale with my big brown eyes.
Fly like a kite, 
under the midday light.
Join me in this lollipop fight.
Till we say Goodnight.

Let's sit on the...

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inescapably booby trapped in the region of self
anticipating illumination with a dopey grin
and a grimy determination masked by ungodly brio 
gimme your best shot you goose stepping goons
you Ragnarok brothers of Odin and his Twinkie...

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15 of them begin the emotional ritual attired in silk & sequens,
they maneuver miraculously one after another on burning coals glowing violet,
the dance steps are heartbeats, curved & compassionate, their majesty is inviolate,
their Art is...

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Love ensures splendid goal
Love always purifies our soul
Soul is inviolate
Soul perfumes best
Best friends join your race 
Best practice  is seed of success
Success brings pleasure
Success we need ever
Ever you smile best for me
Ever my heart...

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"Black Dog Barks"



I feed the beast pieces of my heart
Black Dog Barks
prowling inside my parametres silky soft paws

Black Dog Barks
I feed the Jabberwock pieces of my mind
this is how it begins torn and bloody

I feed...

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Extant autobiography devoid
of livingsocial, I berate
whatsapp pining now resultant
outcome coping poorly did create
courtesy, sans avast kindled
linkedin self denigrate

predicated series of unfortunate
events buzzfeeding ill fate
capital one after another pinterest
newpages writers block did generate
countless blank pages interspersed
with...

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Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way
Clouds descending from heavenly heights
Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air
Mount Certes challenged all my senses
Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath
But for all that I felt elated,...

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"50 Words for Poe: Inviolate"




Inviolate
I walk bare feet
towards you
unknown 
I contend to 
know you
but I do not
where is the mirror
to hold up to a face
on the other side of me
you are merely 
speaking to a...

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After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me:
Here was a man — now, poof, he's gone!
He died before his time.
The music of his life suddenly ground to...

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In his image
Let me not contest the fire
Diminishing me from desire,
Shadow and reflection
Erased in aberration empty mirror
Seeing light swallowed by the form
Too bright for light to show.
In this image
The last landmark left inviolate
Pinnacled on a...

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ODE TO A STORYTELLER

A wise fool once confessed in candour naïve
When asked the question “what are you doing there?”
With insight deep the reply brooked no disbelief. 
His words: “Everyone’s got to be somewhere”

Though we seem...

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A children's rhyme called Little Ponzi
all our emotions are a two edged sword
they can soar or mess things to high treason
apparently playing evil A against evil B
has paid off at the ghetto bookie parlor
taking us...

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plasma barrier
force field
pressed against
yielding bubble
slipping through
where have I been

precious energy
spent with 
no return
foolishly
so many verses
wasted

treasure hunting
down helpless
vapid creatures
left inviolate
monster medicine
not

cold heart beating
icy breath swelling
preening scales
ticking claws
filing sharp
words
swishing long
slithery tail

pheromones 
of worthy prey
lurking invisibly
close
deep rattling sigh
reptilian...

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The world is a world of me's
somehow I can't get in;
when I came a-calling
the invitation was gone
not the right suit, not the
proper shoes...timing out
of step, the welcome
going out sounded good
but the world is a world...

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by Michaelw1two

Inspired by Kah Mee Lee

 Love's wonder at once questioned,
 a soul with pen in hand;
 script dripping of loveliness,
 avowed her mind as grand;
 a dreamy twelfth sign princess,
 who lacks a wedding...

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