Long Precipitate Poems

Auschwitz Rose
by Michael R. Burch
											
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon’s, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I still love her and extend this sacred...

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The Alaskan Oil Pipeline

Nineteen sixty-eight confirmed the year
Of discovery by ‘Humble Oil’
To North America’s largest oil field,
On the North Slope of the Brooks Range;
A west to east Northern Alaskan mountain chain.
An area forty miles wide...

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The very fact of being alive, often causes one to seek adventure;
And sometimes it is no deterrent, when it carries traces of danger.

I was not a seasoned survivalist, but very much loved the outdoors,
Like varicolored...

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What is it to dwell in the realm of melancholy? Is it merely a cloak of desolation that we wear, or rather a wave of sorrow that engulfs us, rendering us incapable of envisioning a...

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Societies,
religious and secular,
nation-states,
corporations,
extended families,
tribes,
colonies,
property owners,
owned properties
are caught in,
invested in,
an inescapable network
of climate mutuality,
cooperativity,
multicultural communion,
tie-dyed,
camouflaged in a single Earth habitat
of green-blue spectral destiny
rhapsody
rapture.

Climate injustice anywhere
is a threat to health
and justice
and peace
everywhere.

There are some climates
in our social
political
economic...

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"Our Sacred Lady of the Divine Perfect Imperfections" - Part 1

Our Sacred Lady of the Divine Perfect Imperfections
is worthy of our fervent introspection
constantly, equatiously
for SHE is “You”
and “You” is SHE
this is no mischievous 
chicanery, 
this...

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I am running on a blade my dear
And my world is approaching doom
I am relentlessly moving so
From the dark world to the next gloom
So I am trying to gather all
The tattered pages of my life
Defeated...

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"Blame it on the rain", for business 
on your sunny day, 
though it is a provider for you, 
you provide a poo poo.
World, obstain or remains In your dusty bowl, 
she be more precious than...

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FAMILY PORTRAIT

My teacher once told us to draw a family portrait,
i was 8 and drawing was never my stronghold,
but it was my teacher i had to do as i was told.
this drawing was not going...

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His voice raised, with the right hand
And a proud, angry face to the sky,
The sage chanted mastered hymns aloud;
His strange mission was to send
King Satyavrata into the abode high;
The latter was under a cloud of...

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“Penetration” 


Baby remember this date 

For it could one day be great 

Unless you prefer to listen to those who hate 

Rather than allowing your heart to decide your fate 

Even though your mind will...

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haint gonna mock ridiculous science 
     asper to be bled
dark practices to leech out mailer daemons, 
     not so laughable nor in cred

double, when oppressed diabolical ...

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A few hot-orange embers burn low in the fire pit.
Morning has sprung, evident only
In the vague concrete illumination
	of an overcast sky.
Scattered twigs and last night's remaining logs
Are tossed upon the coals,
With a few shivering breathes...

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Pronunciate, predominate, preponderate, prevaricate,
Precipitate, pontificate, pomegranate, postulate –
Problem?
Do not attempt to look these words up!
That dictionary shouldn’t be w-i-d-e open like your mouth
Or can’t you handle multi-syllabic lexis?
I thought you were TOUGH, MIGHTY and...

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Have we now reached that place where lives lost to violence are so commonplace that we pause only for a moment to take note?

Are we so anesthetized by the drone of voices and talking heads...

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War is Obsolete
by Michael R. Burch

Trump’s war is on children and their mothers.
"An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind." ? Gandhi

War is obsolete;
even the strange machinery of dread
weeps for the child in...

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THE ART OF PATIENT WAITING


The art of waiting only comes eventually
After days to decades of practical practice
Staying in limbo, whether still or pacing:
As looking down the line of tracks for 
An awaited train; as in...

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Sunlight falling gently through the shifting cloud-shadows and chatter. 
Unsteady breezes warm then cool the surfaces of me. 
A muffled jazz number escapes a high corner of the awning covered bistro. 
Lyrics of "He said......

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Morning dew lets
drip essential
waters, the active
ripples drop,
landing, working
with the melting
ponds, to release
surface tension 
The callings of
chirping birds,
resonating
pleasantries to ears
everywhere, fervent
life, the eager
promise of things to
come 
The good morning sun
evaporates people's
resentment, feelings
over three months of
abandonment, making
it...

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Idle lamentations for the brackish days of youth when the mystic thought queried upon
green or grey as a childhood day.
 When horrific forces churned away at the mold and turned a sweetened lad from gilded...

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Please note:  This is written for the purpose of humor only and does not 
represent my actual views toward constructive criticism.  But there are writers who 
are very resentful of any criticism. ...

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1/2/2017



Amazing to create so many creations
Dedicate more dedication
Elevate and reach elevation
Don't hesitate and have hesitations
Focus, meditate and become in a state of meditation
You actually might or might not need to medicate daily with medication
You could...

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(it's like ) 

The sweet and scented waft of a delicate flower waltzing in thin air or like
Helium balloons at the fair. Often we equate it to cotton candy, or 
Electricity.  Why is it...

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Carnal woman has sweet smell of fragrance
To create the finite atmosphere of fantasy, 
With potent powers and primal ambiance, 
Beguiled intruding hearts entrench in ecstasy.

A carnal woman filled with burning stars,
In lust for love adventure...

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Taking falls alone
Causes the pain to be shown

Yet, this heart is not my own
It is our's while together it's sewn

Alas, i finally feel at home
The tyrant has been overthrown

Until my final moments,
I vow to forever...

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