Long Sheaths Poems

Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream,
when winter scowls,
when nights compound dark frosts with snow ...
Where...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems IX

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school student and during my first two years of college.

Shock
by Michael R. Burch

It was early in the morning of...

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The forgotten god
 
Whose rage should burn hotter
than mine; melt the noon day sun,
dry up all thy rivers, scorch the earth, that
thy crops may burn to ashes before
thine eyes, and the heat from the
very earth...

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A country of dreams has burst its rainbow at all ragged seams

In a state of affairs illusion of fusion and widespread delusion

The constitution hallucinates as night settles scores of deceit

Bereavement takes its toll in anger...

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recognition of our true constitution reveals
we are not merely limited mind-body combine
our soul being encased in five sheaths or coverings
of which the first and grossest is the material organism
the second our pranic energy field, which...

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    When lotus  d u s k s
         are sequined with a gown
   of glittery s t a r s ,...

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We as soul, are living light
Complete but yet an infant
Shaped by God, in His image
We reside in bliss of heaven
But as a receptor, not creator

God wishes that we be as He
So immerses us into duality...

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Here are some questions, dear poets on Poetry Soup. As we look in within, we may find answers we have been looking for, beyond narrow conditioning and dogmatic beliefs. There can be more than one...

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There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…

seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape 
of sun-raptured heavenly hills and valid valleys
to be a lush, plush place...

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Written: December 24, 2023, For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
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Forgiveness is felicity fetching a hefty feud.
It warms our hearts and improves our mood.
To live calmly on Earth,...

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Jody took an explicit anger rage
In London, at the 2012 Paralympics,
Which everyone knew about, did rage,
Threw his water bottles about, tactics. 

He wanted the technical delegate, ICU, 
To call the error a sad technical fault,...

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The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do
The owl and I
We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky,
The heavens above and together we see
We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise,
Sighing...

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at  the  entrance   to   the  drive-in church   the road  divides   deceptively

the  sign  signals  divisive  directions  but  mediates...

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*Image of Pendulum by Pixabay.

Of Fatalism

'Tis past the eleventh hour,
As time ...,
Here in the bunker,
I walked away from the Atomic Clock whose pendulum terminated its sway,
Walked I, away from expressionless gazes of our hereafter,
Longings tethered...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose 
stimuli towards 
glassy manipulations
of blood-fragranced sun. 

Everything that is 
sown...

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“Glory! Great honour shall be mine!
Wenestl shall be last of his dastard line!
Sword unsheathed and bow taut-strung,
We rest not while a Norvajael stays unhung!”

Over glen and trail the quaver spread;
The Ilken sought sheaths of hapless...

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shifting into the void
yet in occupation of form
as identityless presence
we cognise that what is
what was and what will be
is aliveness as awareness
immediate and intimate
awareness self aware
eternal and unchanging
as the life essence of self

the self we...

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Here we are, not knowing what to say
To each others' face, as we both are confused
Which face do we say it to?
The faces we show, or the ones we hide?
We put the niceties on display,...

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“Charm is a delusion and beauty fleeting but a God fearing woman is to be honored” - Proverbs 31:10-31

Capable Woman
 
A capable woman plants seeds to birth in a harvest plan
Buys a fruitful vineyard and...

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*Image of Ready to Break by UCA.

Tale of the Halted

'Tis be a day of echo
and with it, the result
preys on the lips to no 
end, the uncontrolled 
tongues hast lain in
plain sight of held shame
and...

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He only saw a speech bubble from the

paper's cartoon section.

The facial expressions and gestures

were clear-that is the action.

'Hagar the Horrible' waving a sword

in the name of protecting the nation.

All that he saw in a paper's...

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Thanksgiving Day for me is very nice,
   I do what my mother did and her mother.
      A gathering of family in a circle of eternal love,
  ...

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Written: May 20, 2024

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Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway
sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell 
splendid summer shorelines spike
summertime spousal...

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Silently waiting amidst the full moon's sink'd smile,
Farfetch’d upon the grazing winds of steeping mountains,
Seemingly dead eyes, tear’d and wash’d and wash’d,
Flow of glaciers and broken crevasse - a sacred fig, lost?
No. yellow clouds; damn’d...

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Thanksgiving Day for me is very nice,
   I do what my mother did and her mother.
      A gathering of family in a circle of eternal love,
  ...

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