Long Submerge Poems

No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur...

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before...

here where you have...

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Creolization,
soars Dr. Jane Anna Gordon,
turns our co-empathic evolving democracy project
into a verbal,
active,
regenerative more,
degenerative less,
occasionally Elite-Pirates v NonElite-MultiCultural Prey revolution,
and even more unconsciously occasionally 
Elite/NonElite Creolizing-SelfReGenerative
crave to grave multicultural experience.

What could all this Elite and NonElite...

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Many of us have a favorite possession from when we were young, and this 
93-year old gentleman is no exception.

               ...

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So bridge to bridge, of other things speaking
Of which my comedy does not take care,
We walked; and reached the top, when seeking
For watching the next slit, then we stopped there
Malebolge to see and crying vain;
And...

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Was the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.

Similar to landslide that in side bare
Before Trento the Adige just smote,
Or for...

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Unquotable quotes – Lawyers:  XX

(No aspersions are willfully or otherwise cast on the honorable profession of the Law. Though I’m not a Barrister, I passed – through self-study – all the subjects at the...

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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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Cockroaches are generalized insects with few special adaptations. Most are the size of a thumbnail, but they can be as big as 3.8 inches and weigh 30 grams. Their largest wingspan is 7.3 in. They are...

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Tribute to The Street Kids of Mumbai Documentary  


I  used to pick pockets
And steal tomato at the market place
I beg on the streets of Mumbai, India’s largest city
I stop drivers and ask for...

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Dear friiends those who first read my poem i left an important line out in the donkey story

The first dance after our wedding,
Was absolutely exciting, intoxicating,
My darling whispered in my ear,
My wedding present to you...

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Take me to where the wildflowers grow and show me where to go, take me to where the wildflowers grow and wet my soul with the dew of the morning, wake up my spirit at...

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Could we see and hear and feel and think better
more ubiquitously and cooperatively
and inclusively
if DreamTime speaks in naturally eco-logical language
of motion as emotions
co-empathically accessible
to all RNA/DNA informated
integratively regenerative
co-arising ecosystemic Ego-programs?

In our dreams
we all speak the...

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 Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion;
 the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in  speculation;
 when the sounds of waves from far nimbly...

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"Voluptuous Bullets"



In the game of Love and War
voluptuous bullets
penetrate a mouth of warm words

Lacking defence lines 
boundaries come undone 
in the valleys of a body let loose

Depth charged oceans seduce
and submerge the sensual mind
civility replaced...

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A Frog

Frog, what did he do wrong?
He was run over by a car, dead.

Long and bitter cold winter months
he was hiding in a cave, frozen,
did not move like a rock. 

When the earth began yawning
the...

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Say goodbye to the old days
Wave goodbye to the old ways
Sinking towards the bottom of the ocean
Ditching the tides of tribulation and commotion

Sinking way down below
The dolphins stride ride
Drifting into the deep tide
Of darkness since...

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First of all, you mildly evolved amoebas, I don’t need your sympathy/
You couldn’t fathom my depths, if you had a degree for empathy/
Did everything asked of me by the Lord to prove that I’m the...

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I dance with the dreams of FatherSun;
I dream to the dance of EarthMothers.

Spiritual practice shapes natural rites and flow of day,
Creative listening intent shapes liturgical flow and function of night,
invested with Elders emerging 
from DNA's...

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The sweet release of empty flesh,
The curling locks of lady death and her syndicate.
Mercy disguised as agony;
Agony cloaked as mercy.
Eyes not glaring with murderous intent but with immense desolation.
The mistress: arousing with the hammer wrapped...

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I wade into the stream of your words
Gently…letting the flow wash over me
Feeling its coolness make me tingle
My soul is coming to life
Experiencing every ripple
Wash against my body
Feeling the undercurrent tug at me
Inviting me in...

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Clever queen, I maneuvered my way through all of the subtle and most obvious plays 
Masterfully 
Sensual aestheticism, sexual teetotalism, romanticism, sadism, masochism, hedonism 
Calculating many moves in advance, I played the game mercilessly 
Surrounding...

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You are my only true soulmate:(Poem)

Girl you are my passion.

You got me so addicted.

Even if we get caught in the rain.

I know our love won’t wash away.

You got me so addicted.

No matter if we get...

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#1


                  An awful odor arises through a quick developing pea soup fog.
      ...

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for Alan Painter

I have put into many ports
                           ...

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Die Lorelei by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)- Translated by T. Wignesan
	For Regina von Degenfeld at Waibstadt
	-in respect and unending sufferance-

(Heine, a German Jewish lyrical and satiric poet, journalist and critic,
 settled in Paris from 1831 where...

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