Long Mathematicians Poems

State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that doesn't always recognize the artists or their work. 



Come Down
by...

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Poems about Poems IV

The Toast
by Michael R. Burch

For longings warmed by tepid suns
(brief lusts that animated clay),
for passions wilted at the bud
and skies grown desolate and gray,
for stars that fell from tinseled heights
and mountains bleak...

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The title of this talk today,
"Win-Win Politics of New Feminist Economics"
suggests questions,
more than emasculating 
definitively deductive
reductive
answers.

Would you imagine
a minority-identified Buddhist,
more likely as a feminist?
or culturally comfortable
with political and economic Left-brain domination,
monotheistic competing for all-consuming
ritualistic servicing?

How...

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I guess the candidates and polity saying "no"
to Earth's human refugees
during this their Thanksgiving time,
did not finish their Darwin biographies.

While endosymbiotic evolution,
indigenous to any one species,
can devolve to survival of the fittest,
this is most likely...

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Platitudes of Exactitude

Platitudes of exactitude redefining my whole attitude 
Don’t want to seem rude but I can’t help but conclude 
That the truth will protrude 
From a form that just wants to be misconstrued 

Everything...

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Perpetual Quandries of Dischord

Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder
A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border
A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder
The incriminating evidence on an old tape recorder 

Elements of discontent shivering through a crowd 
Firmaments of promises...

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If we invested more educational mentoring time
sharing our own mixed-use and neglectful abuse
poetic wisdom stories,
and less time memorizing exegetical LeftBrain histories,
we might more cooperatively learn to live healthier together
and to internally die less, apart.

An under-exploited...

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My esteemed Rinpoche
repeatedly impresses upon me
Our humane democratic vocation
to become an enlightened individual.

Which sounds like a polyculturing lot,
for absorbent 
co-acclimating residents and guests
of Earth's cooperative green/blue hermitage
To accomplish 
in solitude,
in one semi-lifetime,
demi-deathtime.

While this seems ambiguously...

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Poems about Poets VI

beMused
Michael R Burch

Perhaps at three
you'll come to tea,
to have a cuppa here?

You'll just stop in
to sip dry gin?
I only have a beer.

To name the greats:
Pope, Dryden, mates?
The whole world knows their names.

Discuss...

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Lo, for Behold He is coming quickly;
Faster than a New York's minute,
It is in the twinkling of an eye; that
Jesus Christ will return to rescue
His children; right in the middle

Of the cloudy sky. Both the...

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Alchemy of the Answers

Belief in the beauty of unrequited love blooming 
No relief as they replay the sounds of war looming 
A chief at the mane of the horse he is grooming 
A thief that...

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It's always struck me as amazing how folks will buy more lottery tickets as the odds increase, so long as the prize money increases. The recent billion dollar lottery sent the masses into a frenzy--and...

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While waiting but not watching for the sun to set, perhaps the bullfrogs are creating the shadows with their croaks, my friend screams out because he has been bitten by a fly. He is not...

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Every now and then I am asked to write a poem…an honor for which I feel blessed…
but yesterday, in all honesty, I received a very strange request.

I recently wrote a poem on how basic math...

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Science classes in the sixties were different than they are now. While hippies
protested, science kept its calm. Matter was arranged in tidy molecules of
atoms with tiny electrons spinning around. Everything was in order and
could be...

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E Pluribus Unum ~  Out Of Many, One

[Author's note: E Pluribus Unum is a traditional motto of the United 
States, but the scope of this poem is intended to be of a more global...

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Aloha Spirit

Sol, with his golden crown, greets me each morning
within divine rays extending out over emerald hills
and valleys that absorb his warmth of abiding light.

View misty alabaster clouds turn from twilight's purple
into softest rose just...

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profit of lost souls

In the profit of lost souls 

A twenty first century global  order 
where paper trails all but disappear 
and trade moves at light speed through 

Complex numbers and feedback loops of...

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You already know what we are and what we do,
But will have a greater appreciation by the time I am through.
Though it is been said before, it must be said again
To you, who might be...

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Masters of Trickery

alien ornithopters filled with pilgrims
gliding in under a full moon
foul smelling unwashed bumbling
hubcap jockeys from artless galaxies
firing bursts of compressed methane
in wanton hypnotic quantities
ended civilization as we know it
the survivors reel in stupor
the...

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Blessed are those that study English for they shall bite their tongues in order to pronounce 
words. 
Blessed are the Mathematicians for they shall calculate how stars came into existence. 
Blessed are the I.R.K.(Islamic Religious...

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lunatics and liars...werewolves and warlords all conspire...
striking the match and setting the fire
with dark desire bringing terror to the task...with synthetic souls they wear the lambsmask

predators posing as prophets puttin on the lambsmask take off...

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Ice Sleep Quickly...

Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,

a segue way...

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They will nail me.
They will say I committed a litany of crimes.

They will say I loved to the core
Until it drained me of all life in the most natural and deserved way.

I will be the...

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This is the story of ‘the twitch’.  
We have all had it:  
   That bit of movement before we sleep.  
We have been awakened by it when we were younger....

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