Long Shallow Poems
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Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
Up in the mountains, or over the streams.
Perhaps in the meadows, or under the trees.
I stand here in shadows, looking for light,
But nothing does come on this shallow, poor night.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
Here they come with untamed reigns,
Gnawing and grinding at my free chains
Their loose jowls pour over my blood,
As I sit here afraid of what I have done.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
I'm sorry my dear, I'm sorry I doubted.
I believe in your ways and now know you have sprouted.
Save me, my love, for you are my hope,
The dogs now come to chew on my bones.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
I've planted you deep within your own dirt,
And regret my mistake as I sit by the hearth.
My tears continue to water your bed,
So open your heart and hear what I've said.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
Are my prayers wasted, am I to blame?
I've given you my pride and all I have gained.
I'm humbled by fear, and choke on my lies,
But I give you my all, just look at my eyes.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
Take my hand, my sweet lover's sin,
And hold me close as the pain draws in.
Look to the light and relinquish your grief,
For the good father's here at the time of your peace.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, I've seen where you go.
I see your deep colors, I see your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, together we run.
My time here is forever and I'll never feel numb.
Angel Bones
Two Hundred fifteen angels (Narration by an elder)
each buried in a shallow grave
The monsters said the Angels were savages
that they were there to save
Each little heartbeat
cries up from the earth
“Come seek out our answers. (Narration by child)
please prove that we have worth”
“Those who survived us
have tried to be our voice.
Why have they been silenced?
Please listen it’s a choice.”
“Return us to our families,
so they can beat the drum.
Then our spirits will find peace,
in the place that we are from.”
“The world must know the truth,
the Government didn’t know best.
They fed us to pale monsters,
we were cursed instead of blessed.”
“Yes cruel pale faced monsters,
robed in uniforms of black.
Pretended to be Godly,
while perpetrating their attack.”
“Touching our little bodies,
telling us we were blind.
Deriving their cruel cruel pleasures,
monsters of a different kind.”
“The school was their playground,
these monsters had their way.
Each time we tried to speak,
there was a price to pay.”
(Drum beats)
thump thump, thump thump,
Thump thump, thump thump
Thump thump, thump thump
(Native elders singing)
The bones of our innocent Angels (Narration by Elder)
that they buried beneath the ground.
Their spirits speak in unison
Without emitting a single sound
Each little heartbeat
Cries up from the earth
“Come seek out our answers, (Narration by child)
please prove that we have worth.”
Because She Craved the Very Best
by Michael R. Burch
Because she craved the very best,
he took her East, he took her West;
he took her where there were no wars
and brought her bright bouquets of stars,
the blush and fragrances of roses,
the hush an evening sky imposes,
moonbeams pale and garlands rare,
and golden combs to match her hair,
a nightingale to sing all night,
white wings, to let her soul take flight ...
She stabbed him with a poisoned sting
and as he lay there dying,
she screamed, "I wanted everything!"
and started crying.
Keywords/Tags: Rose, Roses, Flowers, Materialism, Possessions, Shallow, Shallowness, Greedy, Greediness, Desire, Lust, Craving, Cravings, Gift, Gifts, Gift-Giving, Ingratitude, Ungrateful, Ungratefulness, Pomp, Circumstance
What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch
Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch . . . They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects swarm their leaves . . .
They sway, bemused . . . till rain falls with a chill
stark premonition: ice! . . . and then they twitch
in shock at every outrage . . . Soon they’ll blush
a paler scarlet, humbled in their beds,
for they’ll be naked; worse, their leaves will droop,
their petals quickly wither . . . Spindly thorns
are poor defense against the winter’s onslaught . . .
No, they are roses. Men should be afraid.
The Monarch’s Rose or The Hedgerow Rose
by Michael R. Burch
I lead you here to pluck this florid rose
still tethered to its post, a dreary mass
propped up to stiff attention, winsome-thorned
(what hand was ever daunted less to touch
such flame, in blatant disregard of all
but atavistic beauty)? Does this rose
not symbolize our love? But as I place
its emblem to your breast, how can this poem,
long centuries deflowered, not debase
all art, if merely genuine, but not
“original”? Love, how can reused words
though frailer than all petals, bent by air
to lovelier contortions, still persist,
defying even gravity? For here
beat Monarch’s wings: they rise on emptiness!
Despite unrelenting love, life eternal, we, a nation, stray away.
We choose to keep our sinful burdens, hide our guilty face.
God should be our focus - through darkest night till breaking of day.
We try alone, in vain, to keep our demons at bay.
We struggle to follow the world’s stresses and inhuman pace.
Despite unrelenting love, life eternal, we, a nation, stray away.
We seek fortune, riches, gratification, all with no delay.
Our hearts remain hollow, empty, when darkness we embrace.
God should be our focus - through darkest night till breaking of day.
Mental health, depression, climate change are rampant today.
Yet we self medicate, try to eradicate, without seeking God’s grace.
Despite unrelenting love, life eternal, we, a nation, stray away.
When we wake, we try to tackle each day alone, forget to pray.
We are expectant, our roots shallow, quick to blame, our God we deface.
God should be our focus - through darkest night till breaking of day.
Today, more than ever, we should watch, wait, listen, love on display.
Live a life we are proud of, integral, honest, with God centre place.
Despite unrelenting love, life eternal, we, a nation, stray away.
God should be our focus - through darkest night till breaking of day.
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Shallow strands; slumber's token
Veiled words subconsciously spoken
Dark window to inner being broken
Pent-up desires from entomed depths awoken
New pathways from psyche's cluttered road pared
Surrealistic vistas sculpted, with well-worn peaks paired
Imaginative streams by conscious's reservoir snared
Nightmares flood overloaded circuits, subliminal fears bared
Fantasies flow through refurbished conduits, delightful impulses shared
Time's burdensome mantra refused
Spatial limitations are excused
Yesterday's sorrows, actions with today's sense of urgency infused
Today's sentiments, yesterday's deeds are synchronically fused
Tomorrow's presentiments are tethered to present cares then defused
After our yacht was wrecked by the storm
I was washed up on a tropical island.
My two companions sadly had not made it
I found them both washed up and lifeless.
First priority was to bury the bodies
before they attracted unwanted attention.
With no tools I spotted a shallow cave perfect
putting them inside I covered the entrance with
loose rocks that had slide down the cliffs.
Near by another larger cave would serve as
shelter with a few palm leaves and dry grass.
There was even a hole in the roof that let out
the smoke from my fire made from sticks.
I found a stream near by so thirst no problem
collecting nuts and berries I noticed long frongs
that I wove into traps and placed them in both
the sea and stream. A parrot befriended me so
I had good company. The traps soon worked. Crabs
eels and lobsters caught inside a real feast.
With the flint I had earlier found I scaled
the cliffs and set a signal fire unlike down
on the beach the mosquititoes had a field day.
Yet I noticed they avoided a pungent plant
and rubbed it all over what a blessed relief
They soon left me alone. In time I fashioned
some rustic tools and built a hut near the fire.
Near by I spotted both wild pigs and horses
placing some feed I soon was able to touch
and eventually ride some of them making
both travel and hunting so much easier.
Apart from human company I had it all.
I tilled the ground and planted tubers I had
found, irrigation channels kept them moist.
Scoring a tree I kept vague track of time
as first one year passed then another with
no sightings. At long last I saw a sail and
lit my fire. The yatch headed my way I was
saved. With mixed feeling I left the island.
To return there with all I needed, which was
little, a yatch so I could come and go at
will. A few chickens, a calf, cat and a dog.
Some strong tools to till and sow the land.
Lastly a good fishing rod and a feather matress
here I would wile away my remaining days.
Take away lusts dark sleep of shallow dust.
Me, to emerge-crowned, both righteous and just.
Take the poison from my hollow likeness.
Away, this venom that bleeds to mine own.
Lusts serpents have bitten at my carcass.
Dark penetrations wallow in this crown.
Sleep is my only place of cares rally.
Of my excuses and weakness and hordes.
Shallow is my grasp on a better hold.
Dust is now a tool I must take-in-ward.
I am stained of my own accord, Lord.
May you gain me entrance to thy kingdom.
Emerge me from prison to thy splendour come.
Crowned within your divine place of refuge.
Righteous the one whos Fathers will is done.
In thy name you take away pains deluge.
Justice thine favor, your anger made gone.
They are jeans and sweats; they are what we
forget to wear when we are wearing them.
Patched-up seams are sewn.
Many have been scrubbed and dyed colorless,
some died of poverty on the shallow page,
They are comprehensible only in alterations.
Old words are open graves,
that still pump out sounds,
a few peddle rhymes, dangle pretty chimes
and there’s the damn pity.
It is not 'I' that exhausts the throat of an owl,
it is the new wine. It needs to be put way,
that the dark vine may shine once more.
As for all the yet unwritten words,
they are hung around a hooting neck,
until bone or bough breaks.
It looked an alluringly lovely swing
Or you may say a band of rainbow
The pretty bend like a bow hanging
In the middle was it the arrow
A moving bow with rhythmic steps
Crossing the bluish shallow river
A walking beauty a wonder object
A filigree in memory to stay forever
I zoomed my lens and was taken aback
A girl with a bamboo pole on her right shoulder
At the two ends hung from the rope black
Two yellow pails filled with water
I stay three kilometres away
She gestured at the sound of the breakers
I carry water from this well everyday
And sell it to the thirsty neighbours
Many girls my age do this job
There is no other source of water
It is far better than resorting to rob
She went on saying as I gazed at her
Her eyes glistened
The morning stood mum
In wonder we listened
The reality humdrum
Soon she began
Her rainbow walk
For the broken cans
A handsome rock
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June 4, 2018
YOU’RE NO FRIEND OF MINE
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Oh scale! You’re no friend of mine
a constant reminder of the weight I desire
You whisper secrets in my unwilling ear,
of all that's lacking, a never-ending quest for perfection.
Your numbers dance upon your face so bright,
a dizzying maze of digits that confound and confuse.
I resist your grasp, your hold so tight,
for in your depths, I see only an endless fight.
I see a battle to conform, to fit the mold,
to sacrifice my soul, my heart, my internal gold.
Oh, scale you’re no friend of mine, I cry,
for you’re cold and calculating with your digital truth.
You ignore the beauty of imperfection, the charm of flaws,
the uniqueness that makes my spirit unique.
You see only the surface, not my heart,
a shallow reflection of my beauty within.
Oh, scale! You’re no friend of mine.