Long Ministrations Poems

Don't want to be stuck
in the Trauma Prevention Department.

Don't want to work that hard
on dogmatic compartments
for politically correct CAPITAL INVESTMENT
governments
over-investing in cautionary
conditional
chronic win/lose mistrustful
competitive dissonant miscommunications
and excommunication
which is counterproductive
for best Systemic Therapy practice

Of mindful-civil cooperative...

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In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
"crazy" has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballast Right
anchoring EgoSelf within EcoOther.

"Crazy"
when that begins with "you are"
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of functionality
with dire political and economic consequences
of appropriate fear...

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The Flower and the Butterfly

In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace,
A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed,
Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist,
Which caress her form like the softest lace, 

As golden rays of...

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Tom: Well, do tell? But like I said, I’m not a stranger. I’m a businessman; and more than that. Why, I could be just like a brother to you if you’d let me. Besides, I...

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all the stuff going on that motel was heating up but the locksmith didn't speak
Irish too well & besides he got drunk & robbed the wrong merry-go-round anyway...
Sigh
Banal as it might seem, it's not how...

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Insurrection
by Michael R. Burch

She has become as the night—listening
for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with its soft chastening.

She has become as the lights—flickering
in the distance—till...

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The steps come easy
Almost hurried as I tread
The uneven trail before me
The sun is low in the sky
Distracted by the long
Angled shadows
Before me
Brought back to you
By the rushing sound
Of your breathing
Like a stony brook
I reach...

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Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until...

Futile lamentations reverberate along
corridors of times long gone, this papa
tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,
fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting
voluminous wrongs against thee dearest
precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic

ministrations cannot substitute...

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Conley Pratt slouched over the horn
of a battered and trail-worn saddle,
been on the run for several hours now
after being caught rustling cattle.

His side ached, caked in fresh blood
from where a large bullet had struck,
he heard...

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Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
 
for Beth
 
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse ... warm,...

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Oh love – 
What dire straits you have landed in…
What great peril, what curse lies, 
Heaped upon your innocent lamb’s skull 
You were born under an unlucky star, 
Poor unsuspecting slaughter-house soul,
And here am I...

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We may have found a time
in human maturation
when our history of depression
becomes unveiled mutual suppression
of healthy impressions,

We may be coming upon a time
of opportunities for climate ministrations
to reverse spiritual dehydration
of ego-souls
and our co-habitating eco-soils
for healthy...

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in the fetal hours of the morning,
when insomnia laces my eyeballs with crimson gauze
and my bones disintegrate to chalk -
when the heart plays cat-and-mouse with the mind,
and my sledgehammer blood throbs dully in my veins...
You...

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Eyes are for seeing.
Ears are for hearing.
Noses are for smelling and breathing
both in and out.
Mouths are for tasting
both bitter hard
and sweet soft truths,
trusts and mistrusts,
cooperations and competitions,
cultures of health and pathology,
climates benign and toxic,
and all...

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sometimes when you come
and i'm hardly aware of your presence
a warmth that spreads
envelopes me
a well being
in my heart
tranquility transcending
little by little
gentle caresses
bring an awakening
and i know
it's you
i succumb
to your ministrations
feeling the changes
you bring
quiet till you've...

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It is early one morning,
and you are making love to me.
Sunshine is streaming through the curtains
and I am disinterested in your ministrations. 

I wonder 
if we could ever be soft people. 
Lazily enjoying the sunshine,...

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To partake of ...
    the portions, prized and precious -
       you share with me the dearest of you,
        ...

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I feel you like a gaping wound,
A great fetid, gangrenous maw
That will never close.
I feel  you eating me alive, 
Your disease,
Penetrating brain and bone
Psyche and soul.
Leaving me twisted, broken 
Decrepit and defiled. 
Your love...

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oh, hold me and stifle me
and make me be still
let me rail and 
tell and tell and tell;
then gently say
"it will be o.k."

be a friend and look
at me in a goodly way
when i err on...

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Perhaps you're apathetic to my ministrations
fatigued by my futile attempts at suturing 
the suppurating wounds inflicted by others 
who came before me much like those I suffer 
both of our spirits bearing similar scars
Upon removing...

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Held behind cold stone walls,
In silence, marched to work.
The shabby dressed walked prison halls,
Hell waits for those who shirk.

Breaking rocks or picking rope,
Naught to eat save gruel and bread,
Pointless toil, devoid of hope,
Here worked the...

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My master 

Your hand around my neck 
You tug on my hair 
As I moan for more 
I've never felt such pleasure 
Your tongue and hands 
Reaching every inch of my skin
I'm not thinking at...

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I look you up and look you over, 
better days have left you far behind, 
you're older, but to me you're still appealing, 
yet you draw comments that are less than kind. 

You're neglected, not...

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I look you up and look you over, 
better days have left you far behind, 
you're older, but to me you're still appealing, 
yet you draw comments that are less than kind. 

You're neglected, not...

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I look you up and look you over, 
better days have left you far behind, 
you're older, but to me you're still appealing, 
yet you draw comments that are less than kind. 

You're neglected, not...

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