Long Manuals Poems

Various Heresies 4

I, Lazarus
by Michael R. Burch

I, Lazarus, without a heart,
devoid of blood and spiritless,
lay in the darkness, meritless:
my corpse?a thing cold, dead, apart.

But then I thought I heard?a Voice,
a Voice that called me from...

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Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate

         For Thiru-Valluvar, the “nameless” author of 
the THIRUK-KURAL

Note: In my previous posts, especially on Canto 38, I...

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It’s been 36 days since you were dethroned 
You were the free-standing house, I was the fist that ripped the power line in half 
You’re the ouija board to my spirits of the past,
You keep...

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The National Science Foundation outsources to Colleges, today's mental assassins to secretly 
censor you using "wisedex" 
among other things. 
"Wisedex" is
in the shadows of academia, 
a deep state melanoma
with digital mitochondria and an mRNA soul.

Mental...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 3: EVOLUTION



Peers
by Michael R. Burch

These thoughts are alien, as through green slime
smeared on some lab tech’s brilliant slide, I grope,
positioning my bright oscilloscope
for better vantage, though I cannot see,
but only peer, as...

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AI POEMS

These are poems about AI (Art-ificial Intelligence) and poems about science.

The AI Poets
by Michael R. Burch

The computer-poets stand hushed
except for the faint hum
of their efficient fans,
waiting for inspiration.

It is years now
since they were first...

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any fool can be a philosopher
and it's not that big a deal
to be an Oracle either
we all notice more than we let on
so much is kept from us
to lessen disruption is the scam
while time disrupts...

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It felt heavier than he anticipated.
It was cold and clumsy in the sweaty palm of his hand.
He stared at the hard black object 
Somewhat amazed at how easily he was able to acquire it.

Unsure how...

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as a cild it hat often been the box that mattered
          
          it gave shelter and comfort...

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Wrapped into a cocoon of impenetrable meaning and faith he followed the light

Doom and gloom had once shadowed his library of dreams and contentment

Scattered in his loony resemblance of a rational mind words rearranged reason

Analyses...

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--Evil starts as germinated seeds,
noxious weeds of social infestation,
spreading and suffocating human diversity,
pushing all freedoms into extinction,
the loss of Liberty's creed,,
--Men-Women birth their offspring,
but raised by the State,
alienated offspring grow into bastards,
by design to this...

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Why do mechanics need manuals when they’ve fixed it before?
Answer my question or I’ll walk out the door!
Didn’t they attend trade schools or get OJT?
Why need repair manuals?  That what gets me.
I just want...

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The Accoutrements of Knowledge



The accoutrements of knowledge
had crept into his life, overtaking it.
No more did he sit and think,
idly allowing nuance to shade gray
the black and white of learning’s
playful inconsistencies.  Old books,
manuals, manuscripts, texts,
subscribed...

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Oh, the poet sees you not just as a fleeting shadow that fades into horizons,
He falls in love as the sun in gold transfigures the curve of your cheeks,
In the line of the smile that...

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We master the art of feeding our doubts, with the dark enchantment of a "what if...”,
Beneath our feet grow roots that suffocate us in the fog of unanswered questions.
We don’t perish in the maze of...

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Outside a quaint town in fair Vermont,
by my family’s vacation home,
is a small field with fences and sign,
in the warm month’s it’s a place to go.

They have a flea market on weekends,
rows of tents pitched...

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J.D. and the Lawyer

J.D.’s a cowboy’s cowboy, ain’t no doubt
Knows aplenty what this world’s about.
Born on a hoss – never seen him fall
That’s why what he did surprised us all.

Some lady attorney moved into town,
Just...

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Living with depression can mean peace is hard to find. It’s like a pressure cooker; building tension over time.
The stress and sadness rises, but has nowhere it can go, so you start to feel like...

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I found my love in granules,
In father of manuals,
On 13th of annual,
In teacher of Samuel.

I am drunk, still awake to drink his elixir of love.
I pass out, and return to life like flying dove.
In his...

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I pack the backpack
then empty it
count again what I need,
discard the unlikely,
the unnecessary accessory.

I pack the backpack
shoulder it,
adjust the straps
remember to add a useful thing,
unpack and repack,
try to balance the weight,
smooth the angular,
tighten the loose.
Once...

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I pack the backpack
then empty it
count again what I need,
discard the unlikely,
the unnecessary accessory.

I pack the backpack
shoulder it,
adjust the straps
remember to add a useful thing,
unpack and repack,
try to balance the weight,
smooth the angular,
tighten the loose.
Once...

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Plentiful clover carpet compresses
Set up, sat on, months of manuals 
Scripted mouth emits, put to practical test

Three leaf varieties finally defeated
Select among smutty monotonous menu
Virtuous entry through untainted eyes

Coveting customer jumps at his chance
Increased green...

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Dear Folks:  Just a few lines from your homesick army draftee.
Just twenty-four hours in the army and if it was left up to me,
I'd just as soon go home and forget the whole blamed...

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while dreaming one afternoon about perfection
what else
the notion erupted that wakefulness is not
it's that simple
but what complicates matters
is the mania to compensate
for the perceived unperceived or vice versa
during which time the totality
is left abandoned on...

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while dreaming one afternoon about perfection
what else
the notion erupted that wakefulness is not
it's that simple
but what complicates matters
is the mania to compensate
for the perceived unperceived or vice versa
during which time the totality
is left abandoned on...

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