Long Mutilation Poems

Poems of Recanted Bachelorhood

bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u
are
charming
& disarming,
but mostly ALARMING
since my resolve
dissolved!

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Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch

Beth, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...

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What Goes Around, Comes
by...

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LOVE POEMS III by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, relationships, devotion and marriage. 


Violets
by Michael R. Burch

Once, only once,
when the wind flicked your skirt
to...

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A Sample of some of the genres I write it...Nature, family, depression...just a taste...just a taste. These are all reposts and can be found along with these titles:

The Sound of His Breathing (Written about my...

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Overarching Genocide

Noah built the wooden Ark in his homeland instructed by God
to save his wife three sons and their wives from drowning a life 
raft rescue boat of sorts with three decks and only one...

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I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE 
ONLY TO FIND MYSELF 
FLOATING IN A SPHERE. 

A FAINT REDISH COLORED LIGHT 
PIERCED THE SPHERE.
IN A WAY , ALLOWING TO ME 
TO PARTIALLY NAVIGATE
MY WAY AROUND. 

THE...

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THE AQUATIC GRAVEYARD

Beneath the deadly rough waves cryptic path of destruction,
There is an ethereal place of eerie silence, in the stilled frozen
Chilling depth, it is the final resting place for wreckage's carnage,
The aquatic graveyard of...

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A phantom beauty sheathed within a gown of utter darkness,
Stalks the lonely avenues of Los Angeles, seeking in vengeances
Revenge for her murder to bring him unto justice’s final damnation!
On the corner of thirty-Ninth Street she...

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Kin
by Michael R. Burch

O pale, austere moon,
haughty beauty ...

what do we know of love, 
or duty?



Daredevil
by Michael R. Burch

There are days that I believe
(and nights that I deny)
love is not mutilation.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There are...

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Hiroshima – seventy seven years since August 6th, 1945

Given the nuclear weaponry arsenal today
August 6th, 2022, our collective ability
to lay waste major metropolitan areas
would make unleashing atomic warfare
synonymous with the ways and means
to annihilate, decimate,...

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I Loved You
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
translation by Michael R. Burch

I loved you ... perhaps I love you still ...
perhaps for a while such emotions may remain.
But please don’t let my feelings trouble you;
I do not...

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Daredevil
by Michael R. Burch

There are days that I believe
(and nights that I deny)
love is not mutilation.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There are tightropes leaps bereave:
taut wires strumming high
brief songs, infatuations.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There were cannon shots’ soirees,
hearts...

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Daidalos played with poison
and the gormandizing mind of a king
corrupting DNA with his brilliance.
Poseidon’s patronage,
issues from unknown depths of depravity.

Pasiphae bore this monstrosity
and carried the shame
as women do.

AyeeeI The minds of men bent inwards
without love,...

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Ngo Dinh Diem thought America was a friend
That turned out badly, he met a bloody end
A State Department cabal thought he denied human rights
They pulled the plug and turned off the lights
JFK agreed he had...

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I run from memories, stained in enough felony
After a failed choreography to budge up new colony
To annul life, yet live the same life pieces harmony
Quick succession of bolding and evanesce jeopardy 
In confusion.

Constantly nudged, freely...

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An Inmates Letter of Exhaust From Addiction
~Ricky Nichole Flanigan

 An inmate’s life is built with love, but permanently judged by social population,
 The unjust society plus there own family pushed mental states towards self mutilation.

...

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It seems to be a widespread trend these days,
let’s have ‘compassion,’ countless people say,
your empathy and feeling should rule all,
“No one should suffer,” is the endless call.
A child’s view of how the world should work,
ignores...

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When you hear the car door shut
You know whose home
You pretend to be asleep 
But he’s not fooled

Trying to hide under the covers won’t save you from what he’s after
He’ll take it from you
He doesn’t...

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More than 1,000 men, sometimes women
forced to clandestine detention centers.
Relatives mystified as to there whereabouts.
Some Russian troops bribed 
with money, weapons or ammunition.
Returning gave rise to evidence
of rape to both women and men,
constant beatings rendering...

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This is a poem to my BPD. As much as I hate you, I need to accept you are a part of me. That is not to say my diagnosis defined who l am, more...

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Nobody ever ask them how they feel, they are always looking for something’s to satisfy their needs; they questioned everything  that they do and toss  the evidence out the door when the ...

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Cast Down



I am a young girl with a delicate mind

to be molded,

Sitting in the front row with a pressed sundress 

and hands in dainty white gloves gently folded.  



My society is a cast system...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I was
Almost to young to remember the
Two year old boy I...

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Their eyes widened, and the group leaned in with curiosity. “What’s in it for us?” one of them asked, lowering his phone and adopting a tone that suggested a wild adventure was imminent, perhaps even...

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The Parliament of Animals
 met one day in a secret undisclosed location 

“We are assembled here
 to judge the actions 
of the human race. 

the human race is being charged with 
crimes against nature, 
destruction...

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literary food for thought.

Self Mutilation:

(ah bet thar iz an app for that!)
within unlit partial "FAKE abattoir" 
   sans wardrobe alcove 
   where dust bunnies didst allures
completing a simple task among 
...

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