Long Rainbowed Poems

Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity
by Michael R. Burch

“We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus

We had a common sky
before the Christians came.

We thought there might be gods
but did not know their names.

The common...

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Imagine we live in an eco-normative story
of competing for wealth-commodities,
cash piled in quantifiable currencies,
collectively blinded to our Win-Win
natural economic,
ecological,
psychological,
biological health and well-being 
nurturing value roots.

One day, our PolyCultural Received View
unveils a co-operatively synergetic evolution 
of...

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Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising nondual yolk form
with transparent regenerative function,
cosmological purpose, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, 
or a...

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Myths of deductive distinctions,
like white could not come from black,
are disinformed 
when severed from contrasting inductive integrity,
greyscale dualdark co-passions 
within light's future shadows 
of golden opportunity.

RightWing patriarchs oppositionally forget
we are LeftWing matriarchal-appositional reborn
within cooperative health...

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Do not look to me with questioning eyes - I do not possess the answers you seek 
cannot taste the bitter sweetness on your tongue or smell the withered flowers 
along your path. My heart...

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Ageless Seeds Of Simple Joys

When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great...

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This Tranquility
    by Amy Swanson




shimmers of light 

                  heaven soft ... 



sparkling stardances

  ...

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*Image of A Universal Star by Private Stock.

A Penitent Soliloquy

It is in junctures like these that I encounter myself 
traversing a meadow of spring colors just yon the lea
where purples and pinks contest further
plus blues...

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Do not look to me with questioning eyes
For i do not possess the answers you seek 
i cannot taste the bitter sweetness on your tongue,
or smell the withered flowers along your path
My heart beats with...

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When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.

Such fleeting...

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For many miles he travelled fast,
For many travelled slow,
He passed through lands of Dagganast
Where moonbeam trees do grow.

Eventually he saw the place
Where jelly met the land,
And beaming beams upon his face
He rolled onto the sand.

He...

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the Babylon of bubbles,where plastic shamans blow illusions of loveto a mixed people of iridescent colorssandwiched between a soapy film of confusionMan’s disillusion of building a rainbowed utopiaas they dance and sing in the high...

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Taking the Life of Innocents

A cold, Wisconsin dawn....
The children, burrowed under thick blankets and yawned.
Mother reminded them it was time for Sunday Mass!
“Bring your best  rosaries, made of rainbowed, crystal glass!
Obedient children, they dressed...

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Memory of past,
imagination of mirrored future,
evolve dipolar octaves of functional form,
informating appositional contention,
encoded, and therefore neurally decoding,
recoding
reconnecting from past to future to past regenerators
implicate ordered language and iconic relationships,
numeric transliterations across universal paradigms,
transformatively intuited,
transubstantiated semiotics,
transductive...

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when listening to music I hear it played in colour

two arythmic arcing shapes
sway to moaning baby blues - then
burst from syncopated sleek-hipped dreams,
veiled they in smoke grey gaze
where figures drift an' dive,
mischief minds bedecked by
clock...

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Crimsworth Dene

Light relieved land stamped down and raised mounds and hidden folds, revealed the valley’s follies, farms and sunken rivers.

The bright afternoon eye-level sun painted radiance on the dead leaves’ shimmer, rainbowed the waterfall’s joyful...

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Lonely Awaits

This gathering furl of past
Rising from love’s once moist heart
Now but dry sorrow
Lingering stubbornly
Where once its canvas
Of vibrant color
Rainbowed the future

Today only flaking memories small
Drift downward
Joining queues of bygone erosion
Where emotions of stalwart bedrock
Once...

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Young, Wise, Beautiful Bird
facing the labyrinth to unveil the miracles of life
every corner beholds a minotaur, armed with jealousy 
born to stomp and set ablaze peace and tranquility. 
Feeble fires are put out with grace...

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I owe it to my heart to bring back to me
the better it loved, the yet to be.
To discourage thoughts that push aside,
all that is past and part of my pride.

l owe it to my...

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WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT

The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc 
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.

We blink in awe to see this
spectacular...

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Ah,words alone could not suffice,
could never match the stirrings of the soul,
as in some distant conurbation,
the sad heart, with sudden strange elation,
yearns to be in Arran.
For in those narrow confines dwell,
high in the hills and...

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A voice from a distance. From lands far away. Giving purpose to my day and hope to my dreams. She calls from hidden windows in a landscape unseen. Her words paint a tapestry of feelings...

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I see you in my dreams, laughing, eyes merrily dancing 
you fill my heart with love, my soul with kissed promises
But when I awake from this rainbowed dream where all the edges 
are bound with...

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I adored the Chicago lakeshore!
The magnificent scent of Lake Michigan!
To a little girl, a dream come true, with 
umbrellas of every hue.
Oh, the heavenly feel of sand between my 
little tanned toes.
You know just how...

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If only my pain would not run
As tears down my cheeks
Faced with the wall
That Love has made of himself!

If only my words would not be met
With disgusted silence
Subtly shredding my heart
Into thousands of slices!

If only...

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