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A spaceship called Hope... made from the future's grand mist,
is perched upon a launch pad of manic chemicals and loss.
With stun-gun emotion, Mother Earth regurgitates.
5-4-3-2-1
Her metal finger meets the button...
She releases her ballast...
Blast off!
My brain engulfing G forces.
Soon to become a mustard seed
in a speed-of-light garden.
Filled with gravid redheaded planets,
giving birth to fat-headed moons.
The stars are cheering, like starving mad islanders.
Light years have passed.
Ground control has lost contact.
(by choice or by accident).
The rations are depleting,
but I'm serene in a starry tranquility...
I've blown by a million past lives.
Apologized half-heartedly to an alien God.
Who wished me well, pointed toward a giant black hole.
Then disappeared into the vapor trail
of lost potential and cachexic hope.
It's eerily over.
There's no more virgin oxygen.
Only the stale argon of saints and tyrants,
casting shadows of black hallucinations
chanting:
"Little seed...little seed...Didn't you know this was a one-way flight?"
I gaze out a stained-glass window for the last time.
Church bells are ringing from the parched throat of time.
Four golden letters peel from the side of the star-dusted ship.
Satiating the madness of stars...
"Little seed...little seed."
Why Bother Dying
Instead...
Revisit the child within
Ask if Van Gogh hadn't experienced the sunflower
Would we know yellow and ochre as intimate friends
Would music's rapture remain alive without
Pavarotti's high C
Coltrane's "Sheets of Sound"
A Shostakovich 1905 Russia
Could scented memories remain permanent
Were ocean salt mere granules in darkness
Pine needle sap but sorrow of nature's longing
Darfur's wafts of boiled rice simply yesterdays past
And what of touch
Given freely by a baby's hand
A mother's lips
A feline's paw
Is this not of permanent storage
To be accessed anytime
From the attic of our minds
Forever willing to give
Receive
Can taste ever be forgotten from
Virgin mountain streams
Warm milk from mothers infinitum
Brackish tears of joy
Such as it is
Aging asks to be but temporary
Committing not to gravity
Tissue disintegration
Or synaptic malaise
Relying rather on our embracing Time
Allowing wisdom to nurture cyclic preparation
Life's pigments layered upon a limitless canvas
Give Time its due
Colors will dry
Purity of vision will appear
Absolute and bodiless as horizons awaiting tomorrow's sunrise
Awaiting another edge ever-changing
For some
Only denial
For others
The journey proceeds
A perpetual hourglass
Remaining in motion
Generating new arrangements
The cosmic sand expanding its window
Giving reflection back to the sun
Renewing fire
Generating passion
Fostering endless vibrations
So
Why bother dying
Come!
by Michael R. Burch
Will you come to visit my grave, I wonder,
in the season of lightning, the season of thunder,
when I have lain so long in the indifferent earth
that I have no girth?
When my womb has conformed to the chastity
your anemic Messiah envisioned for me,
will you finally be pleased that my sex was thus rendered
unpalatable, disengendered?
And when those strange loathsome organs that troubled you so
have been eaten by worms, will the heavens still glow
with the approval of God that I ended a maid—
thanks to a spade?
And will you come to visit my grave, I wonder,
in the season of lightning, the season of thunder?
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In the womb there was no room
for a babe to thrive and bloom.
By the will of God conceived, as
a regretful burden perceived
by a single mom who can't comprehend
generational blessings she's chosen to end.
Fearful tears drip down. Who could care?
She feels so trapped, but the clinic is there.
"It's not human yet," "You'll feel relieved."
Each familiar-as-Hitler lie is believed.
As time elapses, the loss has begotten
trauma and shame that won't be forgotten.
In the womb there was no room.
The chamber of life became an empty tomb.
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In the inn there was no room
for the babe in Mary's womb.
By the spirit of God conceived,
in a filthy manger received
to a virgin mother whose eyes behold
the very Savior the prophets foretold!
With joyful tears, she praises the Lord.
Though fearful, she chooses to trust His word,
believing her Jesus' blood sacrifice
would pardon her sin and give her new life.
His cruel death was mocked, but Jesus is risen
for generations of sinners, forever forgiven!
In the inn there was no room.
From the chamber of death, life rose from the tomb!
they stood there
we couldn't really
hear them
then the music
stopped playing
and the
the Pastor
began speaking
HE ASKED THEM....
(THE PASTOR)...WHO ARE YOU SPEAK YOUR UNMARRIED NAMES
(THE COUPLE).....AZA TULLIER (THE MAN) PRISSY KITTER (THE WOMAN)
(THE PASTER)..YE WHO HAS FORNICATED, MIGHT THIS CONGREGATION FORGIVE, THAT THEY MIGHT MARRY...LET THE CONGREGATION SAY YES!
(THE CONGREGATION) YES !
(PASTOR)...DO YOU BELEIVE IN THE HOLY SPIRTT
BORN FROM THE VIRGIN MARY
THE CUROATER OF SINS?
(THEY ANWSERED)..... WE DO!
(THE PASTOR).....HOLY MARY MOTHER OF CHRIST
JESUS THE SON
GOD THE FATHER
THESE PEOPLE ASK'S US THE PERMISSION TO MARRY
THAT SHE MIGHT BARE CHILDREN, AND HE MIGHT
FATHER THEM.....(PAUSE)
MIGHT THIS CONGREGATION SPEAK TO THYN BROTHER AND
SISTER!
(THE CONGREGATION) THAT THEY MIGHT PROCREATE AND BE PARENTS TO THERE CHILDREN: IN JESUS NAME.....AMEN!
(THE PASTOR) THEY SHALL EXERCISE THE PRIVELEDGE OF MARRAGE AND PROCREATION IN THE HOUSE OF GOD.....LET KNOW ONE HINDER THERE PROGRESSION
(CONGREGATION)...IN JESUS NAME...AMEN
(THE PASTOR) THEN THEY SHALL SETTLE UPON THE DAY, AND WE SHALL CELEBRETE THERE NUPTIALS.
(THE CONGREGATION)...AMEN !
(THE PASTOR).....ALL THAT BELEIVE IN GOD SAY AMEN!
(THE CONGREGATION) AMEN !
than the organ began playing. they sang the hymn of love "ye god that loves us(might he restore faith).
it was so moving and beautiful that it inspired us to want to see these people marry.
Clearest blue is,
In French: the color "white king",
I fight here,
The witness,
Elijah The Tishbite,
Two witnesses of the Apocalypse,
With the natural green,
Of Rome's bishop,
From the Virgin,
In the way of the virtue of christian orthodoxy,
Fatima's secret,
Enoch speaking,
To all giants, fallen angels, sirenes,
With their projects of the great perdition,
You have not the remission,
I am finding all their children,
In my mission,
Flying and dancing like the star of Christmas,
The rest do not return to the cruelty of Herod married on hypocrisy,
I speak in the languages of the seven churches among all the peoples,
The candle of the tree,
Green on the sky, the armor of Mary seeing,
The fruit of life inside is sweet,
Little Jesus,
Communion worthy is the informal nobleness and dignity,
Light of the yoke easiest,
In good sense magic,
In my hand of friendship,
I received,
The talent multiplied by the receiver of this music,
Pioneer,
Firstborn of the Trinity,
The castle of Noah's rainbow building,
Against the apostasy of the city "Sodom and Egypt" in humanity,
The leprosy,
The ark between that Scylla and Charybdis,
By the eye of the needle,
Cordial virginity of the holy mystery,
Colored light atmosphere,
The inspiration against the leviathan's emptiness of evil,
Jonas now is me,
Don't deny in my humility,
Third cheek doesn't exist,
They see by touch even in blindness of sin,
Conspiracy for to kill,
The last christian monarchy,
After multiplied by two cheeks, one thousand years,
Two cheeks of resistance in France and Russia against masonic and totalitarian Scylla and Charybdis, Jezebel and Ahab, Herodias and Herod, Ananias and Sapphire, Sodom and Egypt, idol of him self devil pharisee,
Peoples' broken destinies,
Paris, Tunis, Moscow and Kiev...,
Names and icons alive in the book of Life for to be,
By colors little one corrige or erase by the key apostolic from Mary and Jesus, Trinity, Mother - Holly Spirit,
Michael's fighting, Gabriel's helping, Raphael's medecine.
Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones,
tinkling icicles which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed,
in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn.
Tinkling icicles, which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day
licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white
in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn.
All that's innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms,
licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white,
the ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow.
All that's innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms
too soon the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day
The ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed.
Too soon, the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day.
Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones?
First Published in Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review January 2014
Date- August 25-2026
Contest- Epiphany
Sponsor- Constance La France
~ Placed Second~
“There are moments in life when anxiety, bewilderment and tension can turn into slow acceptance, opening new spiritual insights and strengthening one’s faith”--- By Poet
In dazzled astonishment
She looked up from her reverie,
As she heard the flap of wings overhead
And saw the flash of laser beams in her dim lit room
Before her, stood a winged seraph
A radiant silhouette with such gentleness and grace
Never beholden on any human face.
With hands raised in benediction,
Gabriel saluted Mary and said-
“Blessed art thou amongst women…
……………………………………
The rest she heard in a trance.
Unable to comprehend what was conveyed,
The girl looked up nonplussed.
Again he said, “The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee
And a son shall be born of thee
Whom you shall call Jesus”
In that nanosecond of a new revelation,
Did Mary’s world shatter like glassware
Or did her virgin womb thrill with new life?
Was it a moment of epiphany when she felt,
Heaven opened before her in all its splendor?
Did she swim in the waters of joyful tiding?
Or gyrate in the sweeping swirl of tidal waves.
For the girl already espoused to a man,
In whose dreams his comely form had begun
Flitting in and out,
Was it a moment of silent ravishment?
Or of stupefied bewilderment?
Did a dagger cut through her heart?
Not sure, however Mary didn’t flee,
To her it was an epiphany
And she willingly said- “Let it be”
In her case, dread and epiphany came in synergy.
The King’s Fruit
White apple blossom petals fall like castle fairy snow
Their sweet perfume replaced by tiny green clustered globes
Vying for the knighted honor as the one royal King’s Fruit
When ladybugs arrive in polkadot armor as handmaids resolute
To do battle with pests that leave their sticky stain on virgin leaves
Till the chosen reach autumnal monarch maturity.
5-18-21
Contest: Bite Size Poem 3
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Apple blossoms come in clusters of five or six flowers. Many turn into a tiny globe that could become an apple. As each globe starts to grow they need to be thinned leaving only the largest and healthiest apple. This apple is called “the King’s Fruit.”
Ladybugs are the natural predators of aphids that damaging the foliage and developing apples leaving a sticky residue on leaves. Ladybugs arrive in the spring all on their own. Little miracles.
In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.
The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.
The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.