Long Metamorphose Poems

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death...

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My spirit has been calling to get up and go to the sea
My spirit has been telling me that there is something for me to see
My spirit is calling me to fly over the big...

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Renee Vivien Translations


Song
by Renée Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the moon weeps,
illuminating flowers on the graves of the faithful,
my memories creep
back to you, wrapped in flightless wings.

It's getting late; soon we will sleep
(your eyes...

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Catapulted into seething temperatures beyond the imagination 
risking excitement in escapades that may seem inane,
potential hazard weighted against predicament predestined,
at some future stage I might peer backwards and reassess,
initial impetuousness under caustic supernatant thumbnail,
maybe I...

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Written: February 22, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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Spirit whose work is done
The produce of my poetry
A scented gift 
Designedly 
Bearing the present moment.

I´m unable to make a living from my poetry
Even though i would not freeze in most 
In any winter
In the...

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OUR GOD REIGNS

 

Hour after hour, you reign

Generation metamorphose generation

In majesty, you hold sway

Never given to slackness,

Faithfulness is known your ways

Good or vice, due measure you pay

Harboring justice a place to stay

You reign, yes! Our...

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Come my friend and let me lead you on 
a voyage to the singularity
where mind and world collide.

For what is the mind?
A filter that selects and connects
   the world as it varies
with all...

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Like a shadow within a shadow merging with the darkness of night, I am the shadow merger
Like the sense of invisibility that cloaks my corpse from humanity`s gazes, I am Lord Voldermort
How does a shadow...

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In a far-away land hot moist less air rises up to the heavens in a single file, heavy with the echoing cries of drought
It meets a blanket of cold moist air of the stratosphere descending,...

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Chance / Change 

Chance, that translucent shadow that creates change.
Change opened doors, opened windows outwards
into the deep, dark, recesses of inner space – 
space, the dialectic – dilating the synapse –
giving birth to the possibility...

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Written: May 23, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker

Line of inquiry:

“Being mistook, we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed”

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Soupers quiet down, quiet down, dakarai cobb is in for a shock.
I'm gonna smash this clown, so let me metamorphose into the Poetic Warlock.
Soupers put your hands in the air, and chant my name to...

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School days
 
The elastic energy of my ears were increasing 
When the teacher was pulling my ears
This was connected later to the earth
When I was doing up and down touching my ears

There was an expansion...

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Baudrillardian Echo


I awoke this morning with a profound vision of a painting. 
A sort of Baroque ensemble of consequence, still lingering. 
I've put it to pen, since it's quicker than painting.  
The contortion of life...

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Abiding Beauty
     By Dane Smith-Jonsen

Above the fern at the forest's edge, a butterfly gracefully glides.
Beautiful yellow flittering near tastes the sugary buttercup.
Flashing sulphur wings, happily spreading, upon a placid breeze rides.
The...

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Let me metamorphose into my alter ego, so prepare yourself for a shock.
I'm the great great grandson of Edgar Allen Poe, So call me the Poetic Warlock!

Beware of my stare for I will hypnotize; This...

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The Need To Amend Immoral Choices


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Muse, you didn’t offer excuses to hold my hand
To walk and talk to the flagging courage
Weeping and seeping into the stamina gland
Where years of interaction on the educational stage

Yielded fields of unexpected benefits
I accrued from...

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Beneath the evening's astral embroidery, the kiss was born timidly,
A spark of hope, golden and gentle, in the fabric of the ephemeral.
A celestial arch, lips slowly bend towards the sea, aspiring to eternity,
And they withdraw...

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Conceived and born in the rainforest 
I have traversed the Savanna and the Mangrove
I have trudged through its Swamp 
And dwelt I have in its Woodland	
But I only bear tales of 
The Montane and the...

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Echoes from the Realm of Forgetting
In the silent temple of my mind, a once-sacred tongue
Weaves its mantle of shadows over memory's altar,
Words, once whispered prayers to the gods of familiarity,
Now obscure incantations lost in time's...

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Beneath the evening's astral embroidery, a kiss blossomed shyly,
A spark of hope, golden and gentle, in the fabric of the fleeting.
An arching celestial, lips gently incline towards the sea, aspiring to eternity,
And retreat serene, with...

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In my life, narrow margins matter
Opening my eyes wide
To better perspectives which don’t flatter
Dispensable pride riding on the tide 

Where populism portrays norms
To which I don’t subscribe
Despite unusual forms and storms
I ride although I can’t...

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