Long Storming Poems

Rejection Slips 2

The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
 
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
 
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,

the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
 
the face in the...

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Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.

When I held you in...

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Last half of Edward de Bono's Lateral Thinking Summary, pp. 298-300, with bicameral ecological supplements [informed by Gregory Bateson] in brackets:

In ordinary traditional thinking we have developed no methods for going beyond the [suboptimally reasonable]...

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These two old geezers have definitely worn out their welcome with Betty-Joe -


“NO, IT DOESN’T!” 
“YES, IT DOES!” 
“NO, IT DOESN’T!” 
“YES, IT DOES!”       The two old geezers argued...

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Shame and guilt sabotaged mine healthy growth...

and let yours truly not forget emasculation
that prickly emotional immobilization
whereby these lovely bones 
subject courtesy senescence 
upon cremation reduced to obliteration.

Inching closer to mortality
linkedin with concomitant
subtle deterioration of body...

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That soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, 
runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.
If asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:
"Vindication? Straightforward: It's Me and Me First" 

(To mesmerise people He needed...

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2nd HALF - due to Poetry Soups file size limitation - 

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The Eiffel Tower (La Tour Eiffel)

‘Iron Lady,’ of sensual beauty in the ‘City of Light:’
(La Dame De Fer: Bienvenue a Paris, France!)

Built to be the world’s tallest structure at 300 meters,
As the gateway entrance to...

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Why is misery said to love company
while depression demands solitude?

And
is it always true that nature abhors a vacuum
or 
sometimes true nurture adores expansion?

Misery,
depression,
anxiety,
negatively respond to trauma.

Negatives do not look for like company
but can positively appreciate...

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Back in our preverbal day
of healthy regenerating time,
indigenous wisdom
pursued peak experiences
of cooperative pleasure,
deep co-empathic embrace.

Sometimes,
especially when this pleasure was sustained,
euphoric,
ejaculatory
and reverberating in resonant cycles
of deep wombed ecstasy,
procreation happened,
preferably in the spring
when new life is more...

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"Birthing the Vortex"



the complexities of a myth
borne from the birth 
of amorphous seat 
in dark matter brain

storming dimensions never seen
merely guessed, intuitive, unblessed
visage of a lost majesty
she’s returning to true self 

all wrapped up in...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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Interesting
is it not?

Not so Grand Children of immigrants from Europe,
seeking religious freedom
and economic advantage
and almost certainly of self-examined HAVE-NOT status,

Because, if not of personally
and economically
persecuted persuasion
and unenlightened neglect
and politically disempowering abuse.
then why would these wise...

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Written: November 04, 2023, For Jaymee Thomas Contest
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Reflecting on this rip-roaring round adventure,
Gazing into the depths of...

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MY LITTLE BOY
				by

			JOHN M. ARRIBAS		


Its so hard for me to accept and understand
Why fate dealt me such an unpleasant hand
I was perfectly happy as a household companion
I never had a cause of my own to...

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Kind, like the time hope
Filled me with light,
Sunrise showing up in the dawn,
Silencing the dark and gentling
A calm breathed through the oaks,
Compassionate, dreamy 
Feelings bleeding through the mists,
Erasing the bitterness, the tears
Embracing the miracle of...

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Call me little miss Dorothy from the wizard of Oz fame, for today I’m
Clicking my ruby red shoes, on the golden bricks on the sunshine path,
Ain’t no wicked old witch going to slow me down,...

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Horsemen moving camp I already saw ,
And storming to show themselves then to start,
And too sometimes for escape  withdraw;

Fast runners I saw in your land depart,
Oh Aretines, and gatherers to go,
Tournaments fight and also...

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Truth, Poetry, The Pen A Sword, The Heart A Shield 

A poet composes tho' few may read
Forever the heart, secrets sets to bleed
And in midst of darkness, whom can deny 
Insidious black falling from sorrow's...

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I am still trying to process this thing, where on earth have you been? I am still trying to process this thing; you have paid double for your sins. You have gotten all the clues...

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Climate Change Haiku
by Michael R. Burch

late November:
climate skeptics scoff
but the geese no longer migrate.



The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct
by Michael R. Burch

The king of beasts, my child,
was terrible, and wild.
His roaring...

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A Storming Symphony

                            The calm before the storm...

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* I wrote my first poem 2 years ago, to celebrate, I've written this poem where I've stole my own rhymes from my own poems and morphed it all together enjoy

I'm a quick wit picnic...

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The sun is risen, another day is here like a movement.
Eyes are meeting with a glance.World's invisible smiles.
The day break of our youth, the distance to cover from our dreams.
We sow the seed of hope...

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