Long Musicality Poems

Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the...

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I have watched my youngest son
while nurses give him baths
using diverse models of health optimization 
ranging from PositivEnergy Promotion,
restorative ego-eco
I-Thou therapies,
to lower, not too much NegativEnergy, concerns
for hygienic technology professional management,
anger and fear commercialized insurance...

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Aunt Mary was a small and wiry mother
of six;
four by birth
and two by informal adoption.

She sang in a small querulous voice
yet spoke boldly
filled with loving EarthMother
indigenous wisdom choices.

Aunt Mary was a serenely quiet mentor
and suspiciously...

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BROKEN DREAM

At any time in your life, did your dream of whom
you wanted to be when you grow up came true?
Or it did not and at this time in your life you
are thinking what it...

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In the labyrinth of thoughts, where worlds silently revolve,
Under the shadow of the Monarch ruling in unseen illusions,
A solitary Sovereign, avatar of ancestral downfall,
Reigns eternally over human souls, ephemeral and fragile.
And only Christ, the divine...

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I have seen many writers of late, (who struggle
To be taken seriously), interject "big" or unusual
Or fancy words into their prose in an effort to be
"Profound", or seem like they have a grand knowledge

Of just...

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As I am writing this poem, my heart aches with sorrow.
Yet, a smile is on my face remembering you, knowing
that you loved me, wishing I could hug you tight and
bury my face on your shoulder...

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You probably don't think much of me
save for the season of spring
when your lawn litters itself
with giant over-buttered popcorn

(birds that think they can sing,
supersonic sneezes?
those kinds of things)

And yet here I am,
standing out like a...

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A mirror never reveals  
fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins;  
time unmutes raven melodies within,  
tawny tunes of truth~
   I once spoke in colorful dialects.  
Now, I trust just...

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A STAR TWINKLING IN THE SKY
	
                           Music lifts my...

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John Keats - I continue to adore Keats's lush, sensuous language and his odes to beauty, nature, and love, which can deeply resonate with some of my own poetry's yearning and delicacy.

Emily Dickinson - Dickinson's...

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behavior becomes boredom or bait or bestial badges. behavior becomes passion, penalty, or pleasure. like masked owls some are turning temperatures made tragic. like dying by breath or knit to knots memories become mirrors. by...

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There’s a soft glimmer of day on the horizon
As a vanquished sun is swept away by dusk’s dark flow
With a slender slip of a cloud stretched North to the South
That floats on the sweetness, the...

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“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.”
Rumi

If life was a song,
what would be your refrain?

When instruments of fate performed
in a ballad of somber sorrows,
I floated like a ballet dancer
in...

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Line of enquiry:
Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded.

Intellect and intuition are like a sword and shield.
One cuts through darkness to bring clarity,
the...

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Iamb, Trochee, Spondee, Pyrrhic. Do those words have meaning for you? If not, you may find it handy as a poet to learn how to employ at least a few of them. They are names...

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I sometimes reconsider
all our politicians
and economists,

Not as party-line teachers,
or even dogmatic preachers,
instead as future forecasting,
co-infesting deep past
and present listening
with compassioning
co-empathic
therapeutic intent
to laugh and sing.

Who is not
at least a private health care politician
seeking to empower our...

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WINTER SONATA

As winter approaches, memories flood me,
memories of an unforgettable romance.
A romance that took me by surprised
and made me feel amazingly pleased.

A romance full of music, music in different
themes, tones, melodies, instruments, tunes
merged creating beautiful...

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Notice
in silent anticipations
softening distinctions
empower fluidity,
blending Language
Culture
Communication,
symbol recreating systems.

Consider
how apparent differences
between discrete word choices
may also nonverbally spread
across indiscrete relationships
dividing and regathering
LeftBrain verbally dominant
embodied Natural
severed from abstract Spiritual

RightHand Body dominating communion
over RightMind wisdom communication

Where "RightBrain" sensation
flows information
non-segregation
celebration
from...

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In the mystery of night, with stars flowing through the veins of the silent cosmos,
My thoughts dance in whispers on the edge of the abyss,
Like an incantation born from the ashes of forgotten time,
In the...

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The sun’s sparkling streaks,
of sangria grace, 
descend upon 
the malachite verdant valley;
world of pristine mountains,
and evergreen tales of 
rainbow hued meadows. 
Where medieval castles 
are guarded with a fragrant
fortress of blushing flowers,
enveloped in topaz gold...

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Why does she know
laying our music down
raises musicality
reality up?

Does she also know
why my lips prefer to sing
in resonant Oh,
Oooooooh...
oozing round O's
and singular Ah's
free of mapping static lyrics

Lines sung
hung
rung right or wrong,
good marching when uniform,
bad when...

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Written: January 07, 2005, Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco 
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The boy...

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In the darkness that envelops us like an endless veil of mystery,
The modern man struggles within his own shadow, a wandering soul,
Reviving the echo of the lower soul, caught in Satan's snare,
Not just a theological...

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calling all mistreated jugglers
and wretches of condemned madhouses
bewitched by fingers of freak fame
the spindly fingers of trickster twins
that open the floodgates to occult caverns
unleashing the brusque wraiths

the brittle symmetry of her glacial eyes
cast down from...

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