Long Tumescent Poems

For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight...

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Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She...

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There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain peaks

1's and 0's
blushing co-binaries 
of upright monotheistic YangPower
never
ever yielding to...

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Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In a ricochet of emotion I just cannot speak 

Our time...

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What are these days of mourning stories
I choose not to tell about myself,
my emotion-driven journeys
to windy hot imagined future
and remembered warm wet green
and impossibly resilient blue past
pre-historic paradise,
before people
and our mosquito
and cockroach
and locust
and indoor rats...

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There is, in the Los Angeles area, a well-known brand of milk, called Alta Dena.  Near also,
is the city named Alta Dena, and my grandson lives there.  I asked him if he had...

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the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend. 
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol...

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When compassion becomes reduced
to his "right now"
every time swollen climax,

Then passion's sensory potential
becomes reduced in focus,
usually emphasizing lusty speaking
over loving listening,

To seeing
more than hearing
harmonic heart beats
and breath
and other
lower
bilateral co-arising
tumescent swollen dipolarities.

Yet, a larger frame
and deeper...

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Remember speaks its semaphore
in passing eyes elicit stare
coquette the lip is waiting for
some smoldering shadow shall dare

Make threat to mountain with needles point
and clasp impetuous the hawthorn bush
for care not so the virtuous caught
as petulant...

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Our green campus favorite
MuseSpeech Teacher
always hosted outside seminars
at noon,
Sharp!

And served chocolates
while mentoring
Her systemic theology

"Doesn't get on well
with academic secularized ecology
we have
and have not
personally experienced."

This is today's thesis
and antithesis
for engaging stories
of synergetic peak experiences,
amusing EarthBright passions,
peace-warrior...

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They are not natural enemies, 
nor were they ever meant to be ....
True, for a time when Faith was strong, 
Science was bound, cowed, driven down--
until Science began its growth spurt: 
by leaps it enlarged,...

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I'm a flower; I stand tall and primp for the world to see,
As a blooming princess, I incur both acclaim and glory.

Shaking shyly under a whimsical sky in dull tree stumps, 
Soft melting snow vacuums up...

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The bewildered tip of my pen hovered over the blank thirsty pages… 
I thought expressing feelings is as magnificent as the sight of the sun’s birth 
from the horizon’s womb...
Or as miraculous as a squeamish...

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Resurrecting Passion
by Michael R. Burch

Last night, while dawn was far away
and rain streaked gray, tumescent skies,
as thunder boomed and lightning railed,
I conjured words, where passion failed...

But, oh, that you were mine tonight,
sprawled in this bed,...

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                     Locked
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Striving & Stretching...
for dozens and dozens of years
without quite..., without thanks;
each tree, each branch, each leaf
strains to attain, the ever Vast,
the vaulting vault of their Heavens.

Interloping bipedal lopers 
crash chattering their way through
on walks and...

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Your in her trance

The attraction of Lil' Miss Scary

Dressed two sizes too tight, exploiting her gifts

The smell of enticing fragrant's

The smell of red wine on her breath

A warming sensation when she pulls you in

She places...

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Every thirty seconds on the news I see a new story about a murderer, a burglar, a child 
molester.
It has been said that we cannot know the face of God/ess,
But using scientific methodology, I would...

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