Long Malleable Poems

"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as snow, 
not young, getting on,
tiny flecks of grey

the dove 
alone,...

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Dear people, 
    (Am i?) Mad it’s a conformist state?
A status that perpetuates people to pair, to compare, to prepare, 
to perfect, before performance, …?
    -sure hard to try...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet...

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“The Tear”



How many oceans of salt 
does it take to form a tear?

Unrelenting waves of sorrow 
pounding a broken heart
hears the howl of sharp beaked foolish flying monkeys
ignorant feeding frenzies swallow whole lost families 
swept...

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Extra...extra...Trumpasaurus Extinction...
iz only wishful thinking

Political polls whether advisory still consider 
forty fifth president 
dangerous, hazardous, lymphomatous...
known to wield violent blows,
his delusional perception analogous 
to fable regarding emperor without any clothes
best to handle beast with more'n...

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It said "Listen now and listen well, you who looks upon what's mine:
The ground between the aureole round the ring of tree and vine.

You look upon a fairy ring and stand before it in this...

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In despair, I contemplate
ending my miserable disease-ridden life!
My body is damaged beyond repair
And so intense is the anguish that I can barely bear.
I'm a worthless mess helpless , a broken man and
my future is just...

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"50 Words for Poe: Foxglove"



What goes through the mind 
of Winter, when you are Autumn
just past Spring
Sometimes you’d squeeze IT
in the hot spaces left-of-centre
with the remnants of the
Summers-In-Between

She liked to keep it real.

She’d escaped
and had...

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When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like perculating thunder, 
their minds cracking open,
their whole chicken little sky 
falling closer ever...

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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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Rounds
by Michael R. Burch

Solitude surrounds me
though nearby laughter sounds;
around me mingle men who think
to drink their demons down,
in rounds.

Now agony still hounds me
though elsewhere mirth abounds;
hidebound I stand and try to think,
not sink still further...

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Finally just finishing up. I haven't been working on this one very consistently, but I like it, 
because it's actually helping me fit in a variety of emotion that I've been feeling over the 
time...

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Cuz god made me a Lamb CooCooCachoo,
And Blake a tyger with the potential to do.
I am one of the Unhappy; we’ve seen an unsettling light.
I made myself an Unhappy; I had to search for that...

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"There are too many to count in just one day, so let me poetize it this way"   
A thousand dreams have sailed away a thousand more have sailed me home, and 
Bartering with...

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She’s just tired and scared of walking home alone,
Stepping outside in the dark is among her greatest threats,
Honestly, she is afraid that any day she opens the doors and windows,
might be her last,
A hint of...

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"Going All Bruce Lee" 

It’s like holding water
in your hands. 
they say, be like water
as if on the drop, 
the turn of H20 on tap, 
one can go all Bruce Lee.

he was rather gung-ho;
but the...

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Vera Pavlova English Translations of Russian Poems

I shattered your heart;
now I limp through the shards
barefoot. 
—Vera Pavlova, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter? a beast.
Spring? a bud.
Summer? a bug.
Autumn? a bird. 
The rest of the...

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Your daughter has created a barrier out of cushions from the couch
	In the middle of your living room
		Which she and her sleepover friend proceed
	To jump over, entreating you to "judge" the quality of each jump.
You...

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Over saturation with 
welter weighted Yuletide
drenching world, web, wide
equal and/or greater
effort demands energy tide
to global warming,
lest apocalypse doth ride

high and mighty mandating,
inculcating, buoying... pride
toward planet Earth, the
apathetic, demonic, horrific,
plastic... malleable passive
can no longer run and...

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"Walking on Water in the Between Worlds Place" 

when darkness came
the remaining, 
those beautiful 
transingularity 
neo-automatons, 
imbued with dark matters 
running through the wired 
dendrites of their splintered brain, 
where implanted, the voices 
of the...

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The land of honey? 

Most Americans I know of are writers and artists 
who sees when a crime has been committed
alas, the US government and its politicians are held
in the grasp of the Zionist who...

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Echoes of wonder streaking lightening from the clouds above
Transcending, ascending and descending in ways that defile the norms and laws of mankind
Beautiful moments that caress anew purely, initiating continual healing of broken pieces of hearts...

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The Dreamless

Now that he had freed himself of the past looking forward 
to think thoughts not hampered by dreams of childhood and
the embarrassment of teenage years and sexual clumsiness
falling in love with the most unsuitable...

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The dark poet
every word is a piece cut from a victim.
Every letter sliced into the body
Anger is filled in the aftermath,
because the poem is never perfect and 
he has to try again and again to...

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