Long Millstone Poems

Listen
by Immanuel A. Michael (an alias of Michael R. Burch)

1.
Listen to me now
and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone,
screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.

Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black
and...

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Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom 
(attendant with profusely perspiring palms, 
hut tree men duh us aggravation), would be 
a dog send to this melon collie bow...

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VERSE ONE:  
 
Christened as averred one Harriet Kuritsky on November 13th nineteen thirty five
     the youngest of four with only one brother
     whose exit from...

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No where is where it is – can't be found, so there
No where is where it goes just sits and waits for your despair
Scratching your inner most private thoughts, with words of hunger and sadistic...

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The bible say's 
you'll know my people
by the apples that fall from their tree
but what does that mean

The apples are, the fruit from the tree
the product that the tree produces
the fruits of religion
are sometimes creating...

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As if in a decades long
     somnambulant trance
     for majority of years
     I finally awoke,
three score minus
     one orbitz...

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I stand alone and gaze upon the field full of crosses,
In silence, with an empty soul, I think of the days that have passed,
My pockets are full of sad thoughts, like faithful dogs,
I stand alone...

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Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade...

Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded
locals - kindled moderates) nursed
oppressive proletarian quavering riot
spearheading triumphant utopian voice...

whether contrived right here and now,
or purportedly fragmented remnant
occuring during REM sleep
beside the point,...

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I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me 
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and 
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.

I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that...

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Impossible mission for yours truly,
sans this dada to validate
those two most significant mentors,
no paternal biased trait,
(who I helped beget) enroute to great
adventures toward enormously

enviously exciting destinations,
thus birth father doth ululate
eternal burning tears boding
indefinite fare thee...

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(Christ's nature pictured in a little child.)



Should Christ desire his nature known,

 His manner so meek and mild.

 Could he not take one of his own,

 Reveal himself in a child?



 Wide eyed in faith...

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Born shackled with globe sized
yoked millstone around my neck
rivaling the world Atlas shrugged,
or outsize boulder Sisyphus

eternally obliged to toil uphill
steepest mountain side
in concert with
Battlestar Galactica pièce de résistance
ear splitting discordant cacophonous din.

Simultaneously analogous twin tower
of...

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Zealousness prevails to amass knowledge
lifequest nsync toward expansive lexicon
extant since yours truly kneehigh toddler
inquisitive mind fired passion to steep me
within inexhaustible voluminous treasure
trove housing increasing bound knowledge

inexplicable to thyself, wherefore heartfelt
ineradicable passion to sequester attention
between...

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Rats! Mine Poetic Submissions Once Again Deemed Floccinaucinihilipilification
/?fläks??nôs??ni?hil??pil?fi'kaSH?n/
(floc·ci·nau·ci·ni·hil·i·pil·i·fi·ca·tion)

Countless declined submissions of mine,
tipping scales massive
Earth Atlas shrugged,
(he nonchalantly shouldered
1.317 × 10^25 lbs)

sends storied ambition plummeting
millstone yoked neck analogous
to bajillion pound weight
thus yours truly
doth modify expectations

absolute zero...

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1
Precious Carolyn my old friend
     I am God come talk to you again
Because a prayer you were praying
     left a seed while you were seeking
And your request...

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Particularly pronounce abscess,
when rites of spring accursedness
prevails, asper testament, sans swell
scored psychological achiness
recording minecrafted history, 

viz secreting acridness
permeates profusely predicated puberty,
akin to ambling au naturale adulteress
plethora plush plumage plus perfume
presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/

post pubescent...

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Zealousness prevails to amass knowledge
lifequest nsync toward expansive lexicon
extant since yours truly kneehigh toddler
inquisitive mind fired passion to steep me
within inexhaustible voluminous treasure
trove housing increasing bound knowledge

inexplicable to thyself, wherefore heartfelt
ineradicable passion to sequester attention
between...

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Sonnet doubles series,

For Only Inflamed Passion, Can This Death Explain

She hung a huge millstone around my neck
breaking my world asunder, my life wreck
I first found love's glory in her dark eyes
later to found out our...

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She still and always will out source my travels,
remains in my retina - a tender photograph.
She-cloud, fuzzy and dark. I perceived her
on her godforsaken corner - was she on drugs?

Was she a nightwalker, runaway, bruised
and...

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Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box
white, powdery and chalk like material
devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and vibrant self
that unique persona pulverized and vaporized
(housed former svelte and...

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year in music january 1, 2012

rhythm and blue top ten

10. DAPPER DANCE! DANCE ,DAPPER ,DANCE! by WellKnown and theNight fandinagos

9.  mIGHT AND mERCY ( A WOMAN SLOVE) By Gritty Gam DewWoop and Bet She...

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Awakened from my slumber
Every living night
Endless thoughts encumber
What I know is right

My mind is truly crowded
More and more each day
Before it gets all clouded
I need to slip away

Where could I go racing
Without misery and strife
Pain...

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he used one gallon of
what he called batch liquor( rye mash)
he soaked ground pecan, vanilla beans, cinnamon sticks
lavender, mint leaves, dried hot peppers,.
he soaked it for almost three months and strained it.
he mixed it with...

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“Suffer the little children, to come unto me
For such is the Kingdom of Heaven.”  Jesus Christ

Little feet, little souls leaving earth 
ascending innocence to heavenly realms.
By vicious deeds    just swept away.
Who...

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If I were a blood sucking parasite
I'd hide in the stilt grass and wait
For the next feast to walk by.
Usually it's a deer or opossum,
But if the weather is fair I might see a hiker
Or...

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