Long Onrush Poems

Four days have been spent going about like goats
following curves and ravines, climbing cliffs and being tortured by prickly pears
the cactuses from hell that I'm certain are alive and plotting to puncture our feet,
in many...

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Love is her Belief and her Commandment
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Love is her belief and her commandment;
in restless dreams at night, she dreams of Love;
and Love is her desire and her purpose;
and everywhere she goes,...

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after pros and cons discussed
     with six grade speech pathologist, she weighed
in favor, to launch stealth offensive
     spring time surprise raid,
which faux analogous military show of force,
...

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Chapter 3 THE RIVER continued (b)


Carefully they placed the children
In the small canoe amidships;
Pushing out into the current 
Han swam alongside to guide them
 
Kwona, as she stood and waited
On the shore now took the...

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In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered
Some of the poems I can greet 
Some of the poems I can feed
In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered

Some of the poems I can...

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The Student

As I strolled upon the green
and take in the breathtaking view of the front lawn
the onrush of winter geese take on the horizon, 
				waking me to my senses.

The silent roar of two lions guard...

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"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy." Sylvia Plath 


Stroll with me via the alluring woodland scenery!
To marvel at...

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sam i yam not, 
     nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows, 
     enables and provides 
    ...

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As witness consciousness, we hush heart’s blush
Thoughts rested, attention animated
In time stretched calm, placid, peaceful and plush
From mundane existence, insulated
With cravings of lower mind vacated
Treading gently, renouncing pathways stern
We feel presence by love impregnated 
Engulfed...

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Villanelle : On listening to Al Di Meola, John McLaughlin and Paco de Lucia Concert - June 12, 1980

Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
Round and round in Rondenôs whisk sparrows
Paco aloof in Andauzian...

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Bamboo Tree

26 February 2012


Evergreen tree-like green herbage
Abounding woody stems travelling upwards
In a flick, moments-of-memory refuse to cede
At the sound of rustling leaves, pay off a reverie

Pliant in face of neither storms nor monsoons
It just sways...

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Our beings are highly sensual
Our bodies highly sexual
We thrive for the sensation
Of our ultimate exaltation

Our bodies are electrified
Our sense of touch will guide
Over flesh covered with goose bumps
As our blood quickly pumps

Our breathing gets heavy
As...

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Time, Cuts Like A Knife

Would I perish in this onrush of racing time
if so would that be a gentle mercy or a crime
Dying one travels a sad mystery called Death
should one fight death until that...

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Outside my window 
cars are rushing by
      Inside my window
life is rushing by 
     Vote for eternity!
Let the savage howls 
     of...

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A tempest of brute force whips the coastline
Where boats and seafarers howl for dire plea; 
Unshaken, I guard with strength to disarm
The lash of tide’s wrath… my tower, a marquee.

Though brazen crests dart like slithering...

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City hub on wings
apogee of ultra bright
fire within urban comet
tangerine signpost
to future halcyon spot
amidst buoyant step onrush

Bouncy castle perk
spurs avid market stall pitch
bargain in a jiffy bag
loophole hatched off-curb
brainwave surge from genie flash
to everyone’s benefit

Silver...

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Witches three and cauldron black
Of spells and charms there be no lack
At dark woods edge upon a bleak height
Stoking the fire in the oncoming night

Gray is the sky
black tree branches bare
they sway, creak and crack
nought...

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THE   DOGS  OF  SPRING


Days get menacingly long;
Pristine azure heavens feel the threat
From the sky’s  cloud-throng, 
Leaving shrunk  icicles with wet regret.

Exhausted, the heroic shards of crystal
From  blessed ...

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Deep ravines of the land
   mirror the deep ravines 
inside us all 
Canyons where the remnants
   of past ages
can be seen 
They have left their mark in stone 
Another age 
Another...

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Crying because 
he was knocked 
    down
        not the athlete 
he once was
   the onrush of
the years has changed 
this old warrior
He charged...

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Somewhere as I write, a plane’s acceleration
Against the onrush of wind, gaining speed
Defying gravity’s norms, lifting, struggling,
While a hundred people or more prepare
Feigning relaxation for the journey ahead,
A plethora of emotions, some feeling dread
As the...

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