Long Refusing 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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Fahr an' Ice
by Michael R. Burch

From what I know of death, I'll side with those
who'd like to have a say in how it goes:
just make mine cool, cool rocks (twice drowned in likker),
and real fahr...

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Sonnets XXXIII-XLI

The Folly of Wisdom
by Michael R. Burch

She is wise in the way that children are wise,
looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes
I must bend down to her to understand.
But she only smiles, and...

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Let me speak clearly with you
dear religious and atheist Trumpians,

A fool in executive office
is a leader
only in foolish directions.

A rich thief
is the worst thief
as survival motives
are absent,
so self-thrival motives
remain piratically rampant.

An intellectual prostitute
to feel-good AmericaFirst...

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Dolly was beside herself with thoughts 
Of this powerful man,  Damian Possessing 
Her.  She wandered around his
Spacious apartment before 
Returning to his bedroom 
to sit on his bed. 
Damian was ready and dressed...

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I grew up with rural Michigan white red-neck evangelical root systems.
These did not always feed my multicultural self/other liberation of the GLBTQ subclimatic root system
for regeneratively healthy instincts,
yet I learned to survive within this fundamentalist-alien-straight...

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When in the Course of Earth’s climatic events, 
it becomes necessary for cultures to resolve political bands 
which have connected Her with human nature, 
and to assume among the powers of Earth, 
separate and equal...

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Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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I guess I’m sorry I was leaving so soon
It came out of the blue,
It came out of the blue moon…blue moon…
I couldn’t find my left shoe

I could have been here 
For a little while, while,...

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I find multicultural capital investment
socially healthier
politically wealthier
than more win/lose capital competitions.

Sociologists
may call this deep social communication capital,
so why don't natural scientists
discover naturally cooperative capital investments
is a long-winded way
of winding around
recognizing 
and appreciating,
not depreciating,
multiculturing health power?

With...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater	University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement	Romanticism
Spouse	Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811;...

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YinPassion: Predictions of HellFire and Damnation raptures,
of Paradise far away from sinful natural EarthClimates of Despair
is not so different from our indigenous ancestors' experience
in the U.S.A. 1800s.

Robersmith: "This situation is not so different from one...

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In the silky night, dotted with mystery,
Where the moon's thread weaves shadows on the paths,
The heart, a thin garment, a flash in the ether,
Listens as the time from the hourglass seeps away,
And its rhythm, a...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from...

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Healing Win/Lose EgoNomial Intent

We belong together
Through all kinds of colonizing corporate weather,
We belong creolizing together.

So sings my mitochondrial DNA
when I listen deeply
to all prior matriarchal regenerations
speaking in still 
soft 
timeless win/win voices

Especially about polycultural outcome...

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Forever is only a moment lost without champion the cause Anderson mister burnette blossom barachatta Barbara Streisand globally Hussein ghost minnows shady lane candles blue stay real vanderbuilts vaults of favored few points topless blunt...

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(1.)

Olympic Desires Born, Gods A'playing


Poseidon arose, trident a'gleaming.
Mermaids danced, fallen hair a'streaming.

Olympic desires born, Gods a'playing
Mighty Zeus often on earth a'staying
There below mortals stopped a'praying
Hades play, man's evil a'repaying!

Poseidon arose, trident a'gleaming.
Mermaids danced, fallen hair...

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Emerging from a fulcrum deep within,
arises a humming, magnetic pull,
which in each moment does afresh begin,
drenching us with bliss, making heart feel full.
Rapture ignition, thus in renewal,
becomes the new norm, just like our heartbeat,
love’s elixir...

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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 awake to the dawning of another day
To my knees, I fall and begin to pray
This prayer is different, unlike any before
All of the sudden, a sound outside my door

Upon my feet, I run down...

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Shame on you for trying to kill my thrill
Shut the hell up and be my friend for real
Stop acting so arrogant and such a pill
You know I need your shoulder to lean on…
It’s really no...

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Trump's Now the President
(how he got there)
By Franklin Price
1/30/2019

Trump is now the President
Not the cause but the effect
Of  Republicans and Democrats
Refusing to connect

He's not from either party
Though Republicans have the claim
I  think he...

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When will we gain the wisdom to survive
this disturbing 
degenerate
NegativEnergy
adolescent denialism
of fascist climate-bullying tendencies
toward shrieking violence
at silent displaced victims,
creating rivers of homeless 
multi-degenerating non-thriving refugees?

Where are the all growed up
nurturing regenerate adults
in our capital cities?

On...

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In the obsidian abyss, I melt, feeling the warmth that embraces me,
Awaiting the flight deep within me, a dream without any hope to measure.
Beside my own self, inseparable in this boundless world,
In an eternity without...

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Random frames
my brain
in polypathic goo
refusing to decompositionally chew
enough to defog mystery
of randomness
coincidence
co-arising evolution
of a fuller consciousness revolution.

Prickly head
with gooey heart
suboptimizing when they are apart
and are not speaking
to where they might find
a more accurate midway mine.

When...

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