Long Last word Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems X

These are early poems written in my teens and twenties.

Regret
by Michael R. Burch

Regret,
a bitter
ache to bear...

once starlight
languished
in your hair...

a shining there
as brief
as rare.

Regret,
a pain
I chose to bear...

unleash
the torrent
of your hair...

and show me
once...

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The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence to revolve around,
found wanting direction or course,
cursed with the thought...

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Year One -

Tell me Eve,
does this Garden have everything we need,
do you think the walls are too tall,
are the gatekeepers reasonable, tolerable, right about it all,
what did Lilith know, where did she go
far past the...

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We need to talk.

Is this one of those times
where you need to talk
and I must pretend to listen
while you rant?

Well, yes,
if you could extend this favor.

Your topic?

Social Darwinism.

Isn't that the birthplace of unfettered Capitalism
and Fascism
and...

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I heard two distinct voices in the night,
Conversing amongst themselves most eagerly
They whispered like children in excitement
Their sardonic mouths sung many savvy tunes
It was Death I could perceive, defending me,
And he, a strange, distant friend
Seemed...

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Fr. Time is with us today, again, or still, I guess I should say.

No, you just did.  
That would be redundant, 
to say it again, 
like I just did.

Just a reminder of a contractual...

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Haven’t you had enough blood from the beginning of time?
Haven’t you taken enough lives before they should have died?
All around I can hear their cry 
They want to escape from the under world
You spill blood...

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I believe SuperEgo bicameral comprehension
functions, forms, and flows organic
ecotherapeutic integrity;
I believe balanced Left-Right consciousness
orbits toward ecstatic psychology.

I've got nothin' to say
And I'm gonna keep it just that way
'til my mean old SuperEgo
lets me go outside...

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Routine.
New Year
yet the same ritualistic routines,
absent their blissfully celebrating roots
buried in more fertile loves and hope-filled times
and might have beens
if not for this today
with these people
on this sacred nurturing Goddess Earth,

Still making more or less...

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Said King Solomon to Jonathon,
speculatively,
"Think of helium
as saturating the eggwhite understory
of this immense Earth-atmosphere
egg-incubator sack of hydrogen-saturated
wet air breathing in heat and light co-informing
to breathe out teleological
and permaculturally multisystemic
meaning and purpose 
for further co-operative becoming."

Warmly
and...

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A Flirtation With Love (Parts 1, 2, & 3 finis)
#1 Sue's Legacy (Has A Home In My Heart)

Sure, each touch that enjoins us to life has Love's sparks,
one less photon (warms retina), dies but informs
that...

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It was an early fall day, some decades ago, 
When three of my boys were still young.
Looking forward that year to the Rochester Fair,
An event that was always good fun.

A promise from me I would...

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The Anatomy of a Kural: Maxim Number 245 (taken at random) of the Thirukkural, the Tamil Classic on Ethics by Thiruvalluvar 

allal arulaalvaarkku illai valivalangum

mallalmaa naalam kari (K245)

“The teeming earth's vast realm, round which the...

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Suicide isn't an option but I can't say it has never been,
I'll admit, I tried it once, way back when.
I was only a teenager,
And things had just piled too high.
At first, I just did designs,...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TWENTYEIGHTH LEGAL (Part One) by T. Wignesan
 
N.B. If any one is interested in reading the continuation of the extracts of letters that Eric Mottram wrote from America during 1965-66 to...

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We presume to know of a far better way
But our devices will falter somewhere, someday
Surely there will come a time, a time to pay
We don't care, our chosen course we shall stay
In light of His...

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The indecision builds 
while staring into the velvet covered bible
and knowing that you have already
read more than was necessary.
Yet you stand and read on and on
hoping that one small word
will shine into the dark crevices
separating...

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When I was little, my stepfather and I would be outside, coloring the driveway with chalk or throwing a frisbee and he’d stop and say, “I’m gonna go stir your mama up.”

He’d go in the...

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Bucky: 
Why didn't you remind people
that spacetime relativityship
is double-bound temporal 
and fractally revolutioned rhythm
under the RNA Root-Zero Metric Assumption
of 3 spatial-CAG 
and 1 bilateral U dipolar progenitive time-functional only dimension
equals a Zero-Moment (+/-,-)c-squared spacetime-centric
balancing thermodynamic...

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He was ever gentle with her
always careful
composed
never passing the boundaries
never asking too much
a man of his culture
and bearing
didn’t move too fast

She was a flower
pristine...virginal
a flower he had plucked
from her family’s garden
with their blessing
she was safe...

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It appears that I was both half asleep and awake.  For all intents and purposes, let's just call it a dream. There was a zoo and everything about it seemed normal. That is, if...

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As I take my poetic pencil to describe, 
birth, 
     death ,  
               earth  
                      and life.
I see a young Jason coming, screaming 
Loud, loudly in the presence of those nursing
As the  darkness walks away...

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The all Christian female pop group, Sunday's Children recorded their hit songs
on the same recording label as their secular revivals It's Just Our Destiny's.
Because of the  world-wide popular latest anti-Semantic popular slogan,

"From the river...

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From every birth to every death
Underneath the sky
Every day in moments of music and tears
Every week month and year
Opaque and clear
The constant continuum
Containing millions of shades
From blades of love-grass
To mass of pain and scum
In between
The...

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Abuse, of any kind, is unacceptable no matter what “good” comes from it.

Abusive, you
Lyrically expendable

You set my heart ablaze
At the peak of your animosity

Your apologies lingered amongst the masses
Sharing your ovarian milestones
Within your visceral declarations

Descending...

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