Long Resin Poems

You stole away my lonely melody, Lord,
And made it harmony according to Your accord
I’d like to thank You with all of my heart as I make sound
My mind is trying to look forward to a...

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With the opening of my fortress cell,
solemn-faced men come locust invading in
Their mouths smile not, and eyes neither grin
as ceremonial words pursed lips expel
A deer thought escapes ... my life nears its end!
And I feel...

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Everyone nose, I haint no otolaryngologist

Nonetheless this bard arse feels gratitude
courtesy Laurence V. Cramer, D.O.
without cerumen eye zing
May 17th, 2022 'ere
and thank dog guardian angels,
who find me continually blessed
regarding audiological sense to hear,
whereby faculty sound...

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The sun is shining in my face and morning is filling me with grace
The trees are hanging low and you just have a few more hours to go
You are walking around and gallivanting in the...

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Banks o' Doon
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, banks and hills of lovely Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair;
How can you chant, ecstatic birds,
When I'm so weary, full of care!
You'll...

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Konrad’s hoover hovers from wall to wall in the back room of his mind

A partial vacuum once the power switch is on and all neurons are firing

Time for a good clean up the curtains have...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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mom always told me to be aware of my surroundings / especially if I ever found myself in  the  dark / if my stomach ever burned of a thing stronger than hunger /...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure,
 whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured...

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quick with the pen you have a great deal communication
through words twisted on the vine such as the pale horse to be rode on
Their are simpler things in life such as the honey on the...

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To a Louse
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly?
Your impudence protects you, barely;
I can only say that you swagger rarely
Over gauze and lace.
Though faith! I fear you dine but...

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My knees wear out on me 
My feet feel like lead of rue
My knees give way, you see?
My numb feelings isn't because of you

God gave me freewill with no strings attached
I hurt myself so much...

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Galaxica
Her name is sung
at every Zekarian jaura festival
of the vision-resin harvest 
A gathering of the ga-lee seeds of the r-papp leaves
from the desert sandtree
Portends of shifting time winds heralding
the Missuriah manifest appearing
Galaxica
She is the chosen...

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Don’t let them get you talking
bat-on-brain, beak turned upside down
Don’t let them have you walking
with your throbbing head spun around

Everything simple is now so plain topsy turvy,
silence is the complex New Wave sound

Aisle confusion ...

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Deep within our cosmic fabric hides
The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves.
The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds,
Like the celestial dawn that envelopes deserts and holy monasteries.
The air...

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My Friend Pine Tree 

Away, quite away from my nearby Allen Forest
One day I was moving on a hill top 
On a Himalayan mountain hill
I found myself standing 
Before a beautiful and majestic Pine tree

The...

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a mellifluous trickle had given way

to licking her wounds in silent arrest

of the honey flow of her beautiful mind

synapses clotted on stagnant display

like burnt marshmallows on a fire

charcoaled pen roasted at her core

incinerated thoughts feeling...

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Colors of Blessed Trefoil, 
Sentience; turn into glitches toil.
Sift unto oblate displacement 
of Times crustal plate hourglass Life+soils.

Arisen from the beginning 
in-end defiance coil.

Herefore Eden-aftertide, aeon trace after aeon 
in, thrill ride chase to make...

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There is a plastic Christmas tree down at the mall
Every needle a perfect green.
Untouched by winter wind or early frost,
Summer’s heat or parching drought,
It stands with ideal symmetry among the shoppers
Lost in their own and...

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Covered with green wigs.
They are ebony like me.

I saw barely through it,
The forest shields her nakedness.
By disputing others.

An infinite haven of music.
From the sluggish rivers;
I could see Narcissus.

Who would pluck that elegant flower? 
Daffodils taste...

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I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
...

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Footprints

Walking on the beach on a mid Summer's afternoon

Through a doorway of hope we can cope
 A line is being formed in the sand you understand
 When you see one set of prints in the...

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Let me be that rose, that The Lord God, Himself ordained me to be.  I must be that rose, that 
gives the sweet smelling fragrance of hope to the downtrodden and the forgotten. ...

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4.   Murasame Starts to Relate the Story

("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of 
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy.  "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)


MATSUKAZE & MURASAME...

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From a metre of cellotape one can actually fashion a spear. To fashion is neither fashionable nor cosmopolite it is merely to work an object into a work. And to work is to toil so...

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