Long Sorting Poems

See
by Michael R. Burch

See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are...

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A Sample of some of the genres I write it...Nature, family, depression...just a taste...just a taste. These are all reposts and can be found along with these titles:

The Sound of His Breathing (Written about my...

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If political scientists study power relationships,
could economists study interior and exterior communications
for cooperative/competitive nurturing for/against
empowerment/disempowerment
integral win/win health association
through disintegrating
pathologica win/losel 
dissociation trends?

Both political and economic researchers,
one and all together,
of sound neurologically wealthy
monotheistic AnthroMind
and ecologically healthy...

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To receive care
that best meets your needs,
and also,
by the way,
everyone else's too,
we look first
to where and when we have given such care
since our original longest reborn journey
down Mom's birth canal,
prepared just in time for our...

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“The Splice of Life”



When colour 
was to be 
washed out
of the world 

the evil ones 
didn’t care

the Actor led 
with his 
Dementors 
either side of him

Laundry, 

they resolved 
to be the best 
pristine method 
for...

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Please don't share this
pledge to inter-religious allegiance
with your straight white monotheistic worshiping
friends and family,

But, just between us panentheistic ecofeminists,
sometimes,
not often enough,
we would be healthier and wealthier
to reflect together upon

Internal polytheistic integrity communications,
bilaterally organic both/and dipolar
internal/external...

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What might it take for love to conquer anger
fear
hate?

How is holistic compassion already more contagious than a-holistic self-hatred,
we-hatred?

There is more than one way to hear a**holistic here,
but they all have to do with sectarian divides,...

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Her back never faces the door

“I’ll only need you on certain days”

she says
(absently)

“I’ll have to write them down
my memory doesn’t work so well
especially when I am caught up”

she’s thinking
(a lovely stare)

“Who is that in the...

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Stan was feeling somewhat glum,nay even despairing,on Monday morning.
Mary had gone to work on her new folding 6 gear bicycle with own basket and an extra basket from Wells-next -the- Sea 1995
[the wicker basket now...

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Struck by lightning – 
Writer’s block
I came to believe that I have a hard time sorting out my thoughts into each file…
Into eloquent verses and the pain worsens...
As I see paper flying all around me,...

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A hive of activity, twenty four hours,
The centre was where they controlled,
All the technicians, in all of our vans,
Delivering the service we sold.

But in the small hours, those there at night,
Would tell a strange story...

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'The Journey'

Sight.
Sound.
Smell.
Taste.

The trains,
the tracks,
the rush, the haste.

The sweeties and toffees,
newspapers and coffees,

Cases and bags, e-cigs and fags,
pasty and tanned, iphone in hand,

The people who come and the people who go
and the Taxis that wait, as...

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I'm planting trees today.
Cherry trees in front,
Peter on the street,
Paul in the middle,
with Mary closest in toward the house,
all on the far side of our gravel drive.

On the same southern side,
along my neighbor's new above...

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Where magic thrives in peace, Yet no human ever beholds
Of witches, wizards, wands, it is, A miraculous story that unfolds. 

He who mustn't be named, Power above all who desired
His own life, instead he claimed,...

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Behind a counter in china shop sits a woman.
Between right thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers she holds an egg.
On the back wall are shelves with plates and fowl.
On the counter are eggs, a chicken,...

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Carpet spoke. "It is only Tuesday and already I am covered in pieces and all that straw and occasional crisp. I have no mouth. I cannot possibly devour it. Where are my friends the hoovering...

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Still within this beginning of Time,
Her Goddess planted
one Tree of Life and Death
regenerating cycles of RNA intelligence
and permaculture.

RNA was and is in and of this Tree of Time
searching for what might rhyme
and rhythm as DNA...

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The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, 
a forge of sorts, 
sorting out infermity. 
A Threshing floor 
of chaff and wheat. 
The bread of life consuming your choices as you eat. 
Of...

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The Luckiest of Men
By Rick Rucker

I called on friends yesterday,
They asked if I was okay.

They had never seen me move so slow,
They thought my energy was low.

I assured them I was fine,
I had merely drunk...

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[Verse]
I got cayenne in my coffee
and I served it up myself
I mixed it up with the cinnamon
and it sure woke up my mouth

You kept me up all night again
but only in my dreams
it seems you...

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I remove my glasses to blur my view, 
of my disgraceful face, that’s painted a strange hue.
Reality peers back at me, from the bottomless
shallow mirror, 

My self peers back at me, 
with disbelief, regret and...

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You pop my heart     so heavily    to the rhythm of
                  “like...

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Growing up as child 
Is all that's on my mind.

Wishing it was kind 
And not
who Im defined.

I used to run around, 
just wanting to be found 
That's why I was so loud 
An the class...

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My co-worker posed a theory to me
That our boss was born one hundred years later than she was supposed to be
Neither of us could exactly put our finger on why, but I had to agree
No...

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>>1111>>Knocking on your dreams door<<1111<<

I write for the listeners, I invite poetic winners winning,
  Yeah, an Illmatic stunner here to stun, start running, 
    My dramatic art hitting the bulls eye...

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