Long Luce Poems

Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of devotion
has felt the winter hoar
and shed her dress;
companionless,
she shivers—nude, forlorn.

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Date:  August    2025

Mama Lucinda spoke with Delilah and Mallory briefly 
Regarding Damian's 50th birthday celebration. While
Damian was across the road visiting with DJ and the
Rest of the older kids. 11 morning...

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Ancora in sogno vaga la mia mente
Nell’ignoto esplorando come Ulisse
Quando uno squarcio si apre immantinente.
Un uomo curvo col cappuccio nero
Che in tempi oscuri per la chiesa visse
Mi si rivolge in modo triste e altero.
“Per evitar...

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Per chi e' solo e non ama,
ci saranno solo giorni
cosi' lunghi e grigi;
e' tanto facile comprendere la sua noia,
perche' io ero uno di loro, cercando i sorrisi, togliendoli ai piu' felici: forse era invidia!
E' non...

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Oh of Isis love lament
Raging against Ra’s morning light
Where could the time have went
Racing through the desert night

And by the gods of Karnak
We bow to let their power in
And make a solemn promise
To return time...

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Chiunque sente la lunga mancanza
di coloro che ti hanno amato,
non puo' altro che dire a se stesso,
" L'attesa si chiama tempo...
e un breve mese diventa
un'altro anno piu' lungo;
ed altri mesi piu' insopportabili oscurati da questo
tenerissimo...

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Tutti sappiamo che la vita è un sogno.
Ora che dormo incontro tanta gente
Le cui vicende raccontare agogno.
We all know that life is dream
Now while sleeping I meet many people
Whose events to recount I covet
Nel sogno...

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Colour intermingled
in the spectator’s eye
divisions juxtapose
 ‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
Colours in contrast
 one next
to another
patiently painted
dab by dab
Planes into particles
pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist,
 pointillist    juxtapose
into our eye colour flows.
Meticulous,mechanical
the illusion
into shape
palettes of the fleeting
made permanent

Pointillist People
louis hayet
 alfred finch&
verhaeren

  .. then

 georges lemmen
angrand henri cross
van de velde &
albert dubois-pillet
& lets
  not forget

camille&lucien
father&son pissarro

you may know

maximillan luce
jan toorup&
van rysselberghe

& you'll already heard

of
 signac &seurat

stand so tall

 pointillistas*

              one&all


Colours in contrast
 one next
to another,
patiently painted
dab by dab.
Cyan, magenta
yellow and key
 illume the picture we see.
 Planes into
particles,pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist pointillist
 juxtapose
into our eye 
  distinct colour flows
Meticulous mechanical
eye into mind defined
the illusion into shape.
In palettes of
permanance
the fleeting flies
sans such subtraction
luminosity lives 
Seurat, and Signac’s  
    legacy survives

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Luce had a million ideas
Her mind ran ahead of her all the time
Capturing things others missed
Putting them into the recesses of
the corners of her dendrite fields

Luce was not afraid to share.
Or take a chance.
She was...

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BLUE EYES BLUE
Candle stick oh candle wick 
keep on burning true
light of love now come to me
from your blue eyes blue
you're the glowing halo in
all the dark that's me
in the hottest of your flame
it's a...

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That Which IS
(for Julian of Norwich)
by
Rick Folker

I came across it 
in a bookstore
As if you were standing 
right there and smiling,
"Now do you understand?  
It IS enough."

You, in your cloistered cell
assured us of the...

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They are in need of me today
of all days
so the table can be set with unbent forks
and their silent
roosters--ye soft wattles play on.
White linen veils
the ancient splintered picnicktop
for small hands
as chipped mallets tick-tock clumsily
between bowed...

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How we love this secluded pond
He lowers me to the grass
And on my stomach I watch
Little beetles, blue dragonflies
Transparent wings fluttering
soft humming near my ears
My smiles born broadly in sunlight

His tender hands hold my back
to...

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Why Poets Dance


 

spending divers days walking through
once dormant delusions of my mind,
nights dancing in hold with ol' luce
his familiar minions cheer from the
periphery,

sets this mind to wonder why or
if i'm the only one and...

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A black ringlet
curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember

now that I cannot forget.

And tonight,
if I have forgotten her name,
I remember:
rigid wire and white lace
half-impressed...

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Avanti si dice che e' cosi' bella
Farsi capire, altre espresioni temporali
Si gli alberi cha parlano 
Mi dicono del suo dolore 
UN' ombra si insinua che 
Detiene ancora I cercano 
Luce e cume si trova vita...

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