Long Steamed Poems

(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely,"...

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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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I have slept but I have not slept
I have not slept but I have slept
For the first time in two years
I slept without a word of care
No codes, no crossroads
No railroads, no shiploads
No lizards no...

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Social settings have stigma attached to this. 
Atmospherically climactic negative correlations sustain society. 
Civilized individuals are naturally monogamous; serially… 
On the other hand gender segregated facility.

Men and woman,
Penis and vagina,
Birds and bees,
Conditions and stipulations…

A rule...

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Splat

Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the...

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When I first awoke in this hospital, they tell me I had stared straight ahead and never uttered a word. I was in shock for a while, but now Dr. Albright, the therapist assigned to...

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LITERAL SENSE :

This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
VERSE 1:
This ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
Concrete counterintuitive ratioed for looser and Leader;
Interim arguments to know who's worst and best person,
Makes no sense either.
Itemised unique personalities need no prejudice session. 
Sparked...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
...

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a heave and a shove, into the ocean she goes
where she stops no one knows,
floats and floats till it may sink
you may spot it with  red ribbon bows.

message in a bottle set off to...

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PFC ABBETT WAS MORE THAN JUST ONE OF OUR FELLOW MEMBERS HE WAS MORE THAN A VIETNAM VETERAN HE WAS THE COMPLETE PACKAGE HE WAS A HERO WORKING EFFORTLESSLY ON THE VETERANS MEMORIAL PARKS IN...

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I occasionally reach back to yesterday,                             ...

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In his wealthy days, he looked down
on homeless people and disgusted by their
stench, he cried out, " Take a warm bath! " 
He kept on walking fixing his black hat
tossed upward by a capricious, wild...

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April has come but March still lingers, this is the reality of the east winds,
April and May, a the time for poets, as they write off the tyranny of reality,
Fickleness and uncertainty, has always been...

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Yes, I read my Dragon, the story of good old… ‘Robin Hood’.
You know, the first super hero, who was really… super good.
Now, with Dragon, things don’t always end up, exactly… as they should!
His eyes lit...

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Under the depths below the deep 
     of this Atlantic Ocean,
live the lobsters that crawl and creep
     with an articulated motion.

They thrive on the ocean’s sea floor,
...

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*THE ARMAGEDDON   IN THE SOUTH*

Blessed with inestimable reservoirs 
Countless traps sealing gas yet untouched 
Seated on wealth beyond its numbers 
Wealth to sustain their  tenth generations 
Enough  to feed the glutton...

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THE RUIN 
an Old English poem about fate & destiny
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it
and the Colossus sagged inward...

broad battlements broken;
the Builders' work battered;

the high ramparts toppled;
tall...

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“Spilt Milk”



Warm milk 
before bedtime
spilt before sleep

The salty tear
in a body of work 
along the dark line kissed

steamed open
like an envelope
secrets laid bare

reveling in whispers
moist lipped, barely contained 
lovers and their conspiracies

pulses felt 
quills dipped...

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Collapsing like someone (Starving and Desperate), the (Old Man in Blue) batik had been 
(Washing Muddy Walls) on his Indonesian hut on stilts when he toppled over. He was (Cut 
Down) and left unbalanced by...

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Some people did gossip, but Amos played
the part of a shy, young man seeking pay,
desperate for work, and with nowhere to go,
some laughed at this, and he let them do so,
knowing what waited at home...

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Oh, Albert its Alice
I missed you today
Many years since you went away 
You left me with orders
To await your return
Oh Albert its Alice 
We had so much to learn 

I remember that summer of 1913
The...

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As I walked holding my overnight bag,
towards the steam locomotive,
the air in the hot night so sultry and steamy,
my clothes clung to me as I boarded,
the train steward showed me
to my cabin which had a...

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III.
“Excuse me m’am,”he did call out,
“It looks like you could use some help.”
The woman looked up cautiously,
if she feared him, he could not tell.

“And what if my husband should come,
see a stranger talking with me?”
He...

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I could not support a ban on Conversion Therapy
to change gay into straight,
spirals into lines,
because I believe we should each be free
to pay for any alternative languages
someone might be prepared to make
and write
and speak,
with self-marketing...

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