Long Revoking Poems

Wonderland
by Michael R. Burch
 
We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test
the beatific anthems of the blessed,
the sentence of the martyr, and the pen’s
sincere religion. Magnified, the lens
shot back absurd reflections of each...

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Poems about Children


The Desk
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and made a mess
of things sometimes.I wonder how
he learned at all...

He...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II



All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are

somehow more near

and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you...

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Rebuilding bipartisan explorations,
at least two-sided appositions,
like generously inclusive
and conservatively exclusive
worldviews of MotherEarth

Sacred polytheistic strains
and peak experiences felt
through love of life 
resilient win/win relationships
weightless

Freeing secular monopolistic brains
deeply thoughtful glad
LeftBrain speaking minds
no longer stuck
in win/lose  sad
bad
mad...

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Ego systems are felt integrity
some ecstatic times
and self-conscious mendacity
other significant times,

Restorative and yet unfortunately retributive games
with WinWin or WinLose, or even terrifying LoseLose dominant trends
in self-with-Other inflicted identity.

As eco-systems are imaged healthy
and sadly pathological,
restoring healthy...

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We were told that we would be great by someone who is great at their own version of being great. There is a mass of greatness going on here. This person is sooo great. Can...

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Prayers,
sometimes lightly lyrical,
slyly satirical,
self-conscious,
ego-
and anthro-chosen folk
transcendently 
yet personally
individually woke,
and sometimes full embodied
passions in Praise Him!
shout out

Echo in-
voking round resonance
with all Earth's eternal 
regenerating lively
lovely resilience.

Prayers
express "I feel"
so provoke "I want,
even actively need"
Trust Statements

Or,
prayers are LeftBrain...

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Children's Poems VI

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Springtime Prayer
by Michael R. Burch

They'll have to grow like crazy,
the springtime baby geese,
if they're to...

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Canto I: The Words of Laozi  

The Divinely Illustrious Sage  
Prays for every soul to heed:
That neither woe nor weal
Heaven has foreordained,
But wrought by men alone,
The fruits of virtue and vice
Pursue the begetter...

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Shed a tear for the stars,
	Who’ve fallen blindly,
		Like a slow ache,
To the still, dark earth,
	Where inklings of grace,
		Grow wild as the sands, 
Flowing free, like make believe,
	In the heavy prison
		Of dusty songs,
Warring with the night,
	Before...

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It is now too late for you to
Straighten up and

Fly right!
You have failed to pass
The test of time.
It is too late to love your neighbor
There is nothing left to do now
But go back into the...

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Buying corporate profit tickets
to this June's PRIDE event
does not feel therapeutic,
where once lived public trauma.

Another annual rite
of well-bred socialization
political masturbation
with no flavor of resistance
to white-washed Capitalism's greed,
to straight Patriarchalism's need
to rapaciously breed
to gluttonously feed
on humble...

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With baggage behind and baseless excuses why they were not the one
It was my first trial as lead council but I knew the case seemed proverbially dim
And if you asked me they had every piece...

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Revoking Doc's License #1

A word from the State Medical Board committee
The #1 injection will always be P.D.
Doc, I am considering to slam you out of pity
I do not mess with poets whose licenses come from...

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Taking my place in your gazing blue eyes
Who stole the glow of my dawning sunrise?
As defiling your virtues you obliquely lied,
Pounding my heart till I died a little inside.

When a brilliant sunny day said goodbye
As...

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Tell me your lying.

Tell me this isn't mine.

Made a mistake this time.

Provoking life with no revoking of reality.

To or to not make it a fatality.

And actually live with the mentality.

Of having a gun on my...

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Confronted with a conundrum
an impossible choice to convey
solution was simple but dumb
promise & puzzle locked away

one hand was selfish
take her heart and begin
yet down the road a wish
what life could have been

there would have been...

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It's time we stop this game. 
Which has no distinct name. 
Than the already made. 
Such distressful and shame. 
Why don't you lower your gaze? 
When you proclaiming, am a male. 
Just avoid the stain....

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Cold dissipates as the Winter bird tweets.
Perpetual treat, that enters my ear, singsong
merriness, retreats all too quick, completes
its assignment, to the next neighbor, gets along.

Stillness of second Winter, naked oaks.
A seasonal painting as my window...

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Shame on you, Jimmy Savile 
The secrets you've kept all this while 

How many woman and children have you abused 
Covered by friends that you have used
 
The poor little girl in her hospital bed...

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The Old Church in a Downtown Canyon

On the street look up,
And see the high steeple,
Run inside, beg a prayer,
With all the noonday people.


Up next door to the 50th floor,
Through opulence, old wood,
Marble walls, a temple
To...

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A moment a space in time perhaps even forgotten
Minutes ticked away not to be regotten
Insignificant not one we were caught in
Never having birthed a moment not begotten

A thought never spoken 
Never given substance uninvoking 
Dismissed...

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From A High Place

On the street look up,
And see the high steeple,
Run inside, take the lift,
With all the working people.

Up up up to the 50th floor,
Through opulence, old wood,
Marble walls, a temple
To businesshood.

Look down from...

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Stranded in the woods
Amidst the darkness
Looking for a luminous warmth
I was waiting there.
A thousand miles apart
They called me wild
To many I smiled.
The cacophony of the trees
The euphony of the breeze
Stardusted the sky,
There lied a soul
Sans...

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There is no blame or shame
in sometimes not being the same.
Woes will oft times call our name
even if we live a life without blame.

The secret is to play the game
whilst our hearts we tame
giving the...

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