Long Sameness Poems

I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts...

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R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at last
before His throne my past
is put to test
and the demons...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch

In the Whispering Night
by Michael R. Burch

In the whispering night, when the stars bend low
till the hills ignite to a shining flame,
when a shower of meteors streaks the sky
while...

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MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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Sonnets XXV-XXXII

Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a...

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Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.

Mine must be art-official?zenlike Art?
a...

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** ORIGINAL MESSAGE ******************** 
======================================== 
Lora Colon – Poemhunter.com

Okay, Long Tooth. You have some explaining to do. Really. I'm not sure what you are trying to say in this poem.

I 'sort of' get the...

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This is the third time
I've read Beyond Religion:
Ethics
[non-sectarian, non-partisan, non-violent]
for A (not "The") Whole World
[ZeroZenZone Universe, psychological and politically eco-logical].

In the second, of two, sections,
the Dalai Lama discusses,
in most excruciating therapeutic detail,
emotional positive v negative...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch



Desdemona
by Michael R. Burch

Though you possessed the moon and stars,
you are bound to fate and wed to chance.
Your lips deny they crave a kiss;
your feet deny they ache to...

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EarthMama Invites

Without RightDaddy Dominance,
Left EcoMama
and Her still innocent suppressed Children,
share no opposing WinLose
assuming
internalized voices,
just anxious and angry
and fearful feelings
about LoseLose
ZeroZone,
ego and Earth
matriarchal-line 
extinguished.

Because all RightBrain feeling voices
and chemistries
are outside Sacred NatureSpirit
experientially
regeneratively 
cooperative
Patriarchal/Matriarchal Voices
secular and sacred...

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We disagree
I want to breathe people
Feel a timeless, immortal pulse
My solitude is anonymous observation
Strolling in unnoticed contemplation through worlds stacked upon worlds
The Flâneuse
My sustenance is colorful variety
Diving into the expressionism of bizarre fringes
Taste testing any...

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Gaia’s love first embraces Earth’s tribes
who then embrace Her back
through Gaia’s co-redeemer enculturation gift,
pay-it-forward grace of permacultured history,
karma of EarthTribe’s economy,
mutually-parasitic subsidiarity
embracing universally regenerate Host
in political-through-personal empowering solidarity
of EarthTribe's Eco-Passionate Universal Rights.

She paid the health...

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In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
"crazy" has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballast Right
anchoring EgoSelf within EcoOther.

"Crazy"
when that begins with "you are"
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of functionality
with dire political and economic consequences
of appropriate fear...

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I was a very enthusiastic gardener, who loved being surrounded by beauty,
Like the songbirds that visit cherry trees, with a taste for something fruity.

I adored the familiar blooms, but held a fascinated interest in the...

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Culture
is to Climate

As Spirit
is to Nature

As TheoLogical Reflection
is to EcoLogical Experience

As MetaPhysical
awareness and thinking
are to Physical
sensation and 
internal feeling/external touch associations
reassociations
preassociations
dissociations

As One 
co-arising
dipolar
binomial 
BiRelation-Twoship

I find two ways
to have faith in this prime
eco-political relationship,
one interior
to two...

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HALLS OF AMENTI :1

My Kingdom is clear of books
                          ...

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I wonder if salvation

[and ecologies of cooperative win/win forgiveness,
and political powers of health-trusting democracy,
and investment economies of mercy
beyond a capital self-investment monoculture]

Basking in privileged redemption economies
for chosen people only
can be therapeutically transformed
by inviting non-violent communication...

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon...

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It seems there’s lots of talk these days
about finding equality,
but little talk of what that means,
at least it seems that way to me.
People with jealous intentions
so like to throw around that word,
use it to justify...

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I was a valued, vaunted veterinarian, maintaining health for animals I loved,
As a rainbow sparkled rich colors, from the moment peach sunshine shoved.

I was dedicated to such adorable patients, and they soon responded in kind;
Like...

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"Louis!",she calls out.
Yes,ironically I am the namesake.
A signboard-Please don't hurt me.I'm blind.

"Are you lost in thought again?
You and your stupid world!"
My stupid world.
I see her bite her tongue in my mind.
A smile on my lips.

"I...

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That language you speak,
the one you didn’t have to learn from anyone,
the very original, very human, yet very celestial one

The one you spoke to herald your arrival,
as you made entrance, from the celestial to the...

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Take me back to the days
Where the feel of texture and distinguishing colors among Africans didn't matter
Where the only word was black, and not pale or darker
Where the only weapon was loyalty upto royalty actually...

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Hour arrived,
Proclaiming first light,
As a shower of mellow sunbeams
Smiled on the foundation laid
For the structure of the man.

And he began to ascend.

Time fused together
An empirical patchwork,
Mirroring the passage of pain and joy,
And slowly and meticulously
Each...

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behavior becomes boredom or bait or bestial badges. behavior becomes passion, penalty, or pleasure. like masked owls some are turning temperatures made tragic. like dying by breath or knit to knots memories become mirrors. by...

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