Long Startlingly Poems

Yosa Buson haiku translations

On the temple’s great bronze gong
a butterfly
snoozes.
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hard to describe:
this light sensation of being pinched
by a butterfly!
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Not to worry...

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“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just a Shell"


Heaven for Her existed in The Dream
She called Her...

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An abandoned dragonling I did find,
I took him in and built a metal shed
for this dragonling to lay his head;
he grew to have a profound mind.

When dragonling was about four,
books he actually began to read
and...

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Part 4

this is a big high nine
to all my homies and homers and homoerotics
out there where the pedal hits the mental
as we head off upon a merry adventure
to the 20th century's aftermath party
with a bag...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours...

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the hands of time crept up and lept from subtlety to pornography- from insane to 
startlingly
pleasant. take the tone more civilized with pronunciation----- every single 
consonant and threat
singly noted devoted to the attachment to a...

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3.



Or down yet another city street,
This Way down that grand Hiway,
That Third Eye opened:
Random patches of dandelion manifest,
Climbing the overgrown commons by the road;
Disappearing out of sight -
By the cracked, sun-blanched sidewalk;
Golden and deep emerald...

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While November pleads with the heart, a sense of pure praise stills the light, comforting the rising rhythms of trembling beats, the cadence of autumn seeping into winter… by poet

In the doorway of November, still...

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Standing in my kitchen, wearily washing breakfast's congealed dishes
  Dreaming desperately of dredging up a dinner delightful and delicious

Late winter's wan rays of sunlight weaving their way through living room blinds
  Weakly warming...

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Maradona, ice palace princess was more formidable than we knew
Her reputation was startlingly modest, said the soothsayer, Lou.
She led the dragon brigade in January, stated snowy owl, a friend.
Her army annihilated the enemy, I mean...

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Sister Mare, here is one last tear in your honor, coughed up indignantly
Without a bit of sanctimonious thought or belief that you might care
You, my poor choice sister, have long ago abandoned us significantly,
I had...

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I smother my face 
In the coolness of the nighttime breeze,
Gently chafing my cheeks
Singing its nocturnal lullaby,
And the soft creaking of my rocking chair
Adding to the melody

I watch 
As what remains of the warm amber...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct 
that goes beyond my knowingness, beyond my conception
Of an unknown...

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What does autumn sunshine gloriously reveal?
When the sun sets too swiftly in the west keel
When a breeze said, "Sweetheart, I admire you."
Now moan the dying chords of the gloomy view?

The cold that begets each blurred...

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Lance was a drifter, a gypsy, a loner, a lone wolf. Proud of it.
Not a highway man, not a flim-flam man, but a man who had traveled and knew things.
He had never settled down.
Or so...

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"Stripped of a physical body,
[individualistic] mind stands naked,
revealed startlingly
for what it has always been;
the architect of our [shared] reality."
Sogyal Rinpoche

Stripped of a spiritual mind,
bodies lie nakedly dis-potentiated,
undominated,
indomitable,
undomesticatable,
de-commodified,
startlingly unveiled
for why we have always evolved here
in regenerative...

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My grandchildren are growing up faster than dandelions on a summer’s day.
One second they are pulling themselves up on couches, 
and falling on their diapered bottoms.
The next minute they are going to the mall with...

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PRECOCIOUS IMAGES

 power
to astonish
primped& glistening
 closely engraved
in a
narcissistic
  preciousness
subtle
 laced with
  arrogance
substantial
  boasts
  engaging conceit
  in structured
    fantasticals

 initially
an
aptitude for  colour
in a
 complex tangle
touchingly
inscribed
 with a typical
 contemplation
of
startlingly
delight
with
prodigious
 curiosity
which
lingers
 in the mind
so
palpable &
 infectious
   in
subtle
ingenuity

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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She is young, startlingly pretty. He notices her when she takes a chair.
Be with you in a few, he tells her.
Look at the samples if you like.
She picks up photos of his art and begins...

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Chopping wood sounds like shots - gunshots.
If they are done right, and these are.
Chop. Chop.Chop.  Shot. Shot. Shot.
I am outside, writing in the sun.
My hands are startlingly warm.
A sense of well-being surrounds me.
A pink...

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Cunning and tricky for a youth of today 
I was a fool to fall for your playful way
I should cut my visit but I don’t know how.
For your furious apology is a startlingly wow. 

Quit...

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A Poem-A-Day:

And today, by the way, 

I so badly wanted to envision a sunlit sail, 

the sunlight on the sail that has just manifested like a dream sifting through a partially clouded sky, perhaps...

or maybe...

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For a friend

I rise, on my strong wings
On breezes of summer night
Gales of early morning
Soft breathes of late afternoons

Gliding on this wide kite
Rustling of feathers 
My eyes everywhere and nowhere
Seeing it all, observing complexity

Nothing, nothing...

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