Long Less and less Poems

Let me take a little sip
Of your blessed, breathtaking brilliance that will numb...
This pain I have in this heart of stone
The voices in my head won't leave me alone
I thought I was on my own,...

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Poems about Children II



On Looking into Curious George’s Mirrors
by Michael R. Burch

for Maya McManmon, granddaughter of the poet Jim McManmon

Maya was made in the image of God;
may the reflections she sees in those curious mirrors
always...

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     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes...

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Was the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.

Similar to landslide that in side bare
Before Trento the Adige just smote,
Or for...

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Setting aside richly incorporated through homeless economies,
we have three political ways
to compare a population's internal status:
a. Aboriginal populations,
b. Immigrants--sometimes appearing as multiculturing creolic waves,
c. EmPowered Natives.

Natives are aboriginals
unless a more self-centered wave of supremacist immigrants
stake...

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ON EVIL DOINGS

I blame all of it, the evil doings, on boredom. 
It is a widely unrecognised source of wickedness. 
Unfortunately, it certainly is.
The absence of purpose is not a lack of things to do,...

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That "FEELING" ...

The one that makes you believe
That everything in your life,
No matter how messed up or negative,
Is actually wonderful ...
The feeling that, for a few hours,
Chases every bad thing in your life away ...
The...

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Diaspora Dwellings

On my way into our sanctuary
this past Sunday morning
a woman I had met in choir
was strangely inclined
to share her family history.

Her dad came over from Ireland
because he wanted better business opportunities
for his healthy future.

Here...

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I awoke the next day, with a soft smile,
Not awakened by the screeching and the moaning of the demons beside,
But of the intense breathing of my collaborator,
Crouching above me, glaring me down with eyes abhorred
Though...

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Verse 1: Falling into place the moment you caressed my face
Bathing in the waters of woe...wishing to find your ship of grace 
Spinning around all over the place,
Trying to find my place, but you invade...

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The New Man, a Human being in transition.

The New Man is not a softie but knows the healing, creative power of vulnerability, how to melt and let his heart be touched. 

He knows how to...

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All are lunatics, but he who analyses his delusion 
is called a philosopher.” Ambrose Bierce

                    ...

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Her wedding day was beautiful, when she wed her beau,
Innocent and trusting, so little did she know
About the man who had stolen away her tender heart
And now wed to him she was, 'til death do...

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SOLUTIONIST:

Drenched soul placed on a bench,
Avengers revenging not ready to repent;
Edge of grudges they always entrench,
Dreading of fate, that's what they depend.
Trends and hypes risen from their wrench;
Pitching and hitching bit of all been said,
Mashed...

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Isis stole my son.
My hand was clasped, tight, I swear
Our fingers entwined, as he tugged me, eagerly, around the fair

From the ducks, to the teacups, his smile was mine alone
We were two, hand in hand,...

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O Aphrodite,
Grecian fertility goddess
Matriarch idol of the womb,
your wise children love not reproducing
— Ancient Zion chant
heard in the echo chambers
of the caverns along the Aegean sea

Dwindling cries, dashed on the rocks
in luxurious maternity wards,
are slowly...

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My final love


The final drips of the love in my blood,
Have gone into never; never to be seen again.
I have waited a life-time for someone to love,
But I have nothing left to give to a...

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LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping...

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It was a grey day more or less on planet earth,
But earth’s robots hardly noticed at all
Robot logic so tuned into ones and zeros,
On and off, grey matter is of little interest
Day and night, sunrise...

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Leaving the guesswork out of my story,
Listening – cold, like the bittersweet
History of a woman who remembers only
The difficult moments who made her
Bolder, wiser, surer – more like a portrait
Of who she was intended to...

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So many voices, both men and women all talking at once, it was dark.
I don’t understand a word of what they are saying.
I'm trying to focus but I cant, my mind is wandering. 
I don’t...

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Children's Poems VII

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Sailing to My Grandfather, for George Hurt
by Michael R. Burch

This distance between us
—this vast sea
of...

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she is everything you have seen in the movies
crayola hair
velvet dress
sugar in her veins
tears glued to her face
she fingerpaints the kitchen walls like a little girl and tapes their polaroids to every surface

he is every...

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a lesson taught to me early in life
we born alone die alone
i guess thats how it goes
i dont know
im just trying to plead my own
case that is
but it get lost in the wind
lost in moment...

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A social status game where you gain from manipulation 
You see everything you give as a losing situation 
You won’t be giving time or attention to someone you feel  doesn’t 
You think they tell...

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