Long Invokes Poems

State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W. ...

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What fills your goals, son?

I told you!
Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling]
yesterday,
if not today...

If I may interrupt
to process mindful resilience
for a bit...

Let me ask again:
Noticing you are concerned about long-winded
and -winding
and...

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In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate
    not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites
    I ruminate—
        no longer a singular entity but...

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Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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That's queer!
said transculturing Curiosity,
peering out Her sacred big-boxed window
panes of misty white fog
gently covering her view
of upstream tiding River's
mysterious grey
reverse time flow

Sometimes,

OK, really too often,
I could use more courageous exercise

But, Other times
I'm more content, inviting...

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“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

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Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light

Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from the oceans’ depths,
And insidious and violent nightmares portray bloody and...

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Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light

Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from the oceans’ depths,
And insidious and violent nightmares portray bloody and...

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I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage

Indentured gumption forsaken 
courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth
this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters...

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Spring has come; Spring is here,
‘Tis the season, the time of year,
When all across the northern Earth
There’s life renewed, as well new birth.
No season can compare nor can one bring
The splendor of life, like the...

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Through storms, the sea of the bridge shivers,
Silken curves of titanium on pillars of ancient stone,
Dust gathers in my fists like onyx under veils of rusted gold,
And in the cosmic silence, my thoughts float like...

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Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage...

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage
bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously...

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"50 Words for Poe: Sibylline"




Hush your mind



In ancient Persia 
Her sands
drift through your divination hands
Through Her dark mirrors,dethroned now 
Xerxes,you stand before Her naked 
Clairsentient seeps Her ancient wisdom 
Her opium gift to you



Elusive, Her...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting

and all I remember
upon awaking

is: to Love sometimes
is...

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Jesus replied, "Are you in error because you do not know the Scriptures
or the power of God? (Jesus was replying to questions presented to him
by the Sadducees concerning marriage in the kingdom of heaven.)

When the...

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This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
nsync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously stretching limits credulity
(think courtesy metaphorical crowbar)
teases out...

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What can I say as I listen
To slow jazz and ease back in time
What can I say man, i will be missing
Some should a been reunions , that's a crime.

Wish I wasn't writing this epitaph
...

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Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage...

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously...

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16/04/2018

Through my bloodstream pulsing,
Insidious poison runs rampant.
I open veins willingly for more,
And the hidden addict slams the door.

The insurgents are loose and swelling,
The castle has been breached.
The moat of my memory recedes,
As the hidden addicts...

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You have compose stories of old of how the universe came about; you have brainwashed the world with the existence of old and frivolous literature that your ancestors have written; they cannot be tested or...

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Can you see the radiance in her smile? That beautiful row of white goodness that makes me forget there are other people existing in the world.  Can you see the sensuousness of her skin?...

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I am standing in the middle of the road, deciding which way to go, the traffic on my left is speeding down the street and the traffic on my right is disrupting my heartbeat.

 I...

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My Love



I love you much, my love, therefore I beg you
Give me that which till today, nobody have asked you
Don’t puzzle, I hope, you’ll help me in this regard
Best beloved and well wishers have supplied...

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What does it mean to be immersed in the waters of true love?
To be completely vulnerable; by her eyes willingly held captive.
I had constantly pondered this question in my inexperienced mind. 
Having found my answer;...

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Her alluring abilities are what most draw them in.  A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Helena risks both mind and body in pursuit of Demetrius, through the forest she finally catches up to him, his own...

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