Long Weavings Poems

What is wrong with deficit-growing expenditures
to continue supporting LeftBrain industrialized secular present
and past well-financed war-mongering threats
against nations
and people
and plants
and planet?

And nuclear ballistic arm-building,
and a Hummer and automatic defense rifle
for every Red, White, and TrueBlue household,

But...

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Well, here we are in the Araneta Coliseum
In Cubao, Quezon City in the Philippines
To witness two modern boxing Gladiators
Their prowess, stature, about to be seen

This will be the third between the WBC, WBA
Stepping into the...

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Thrill knowledge with the desire to spread 
Ideals across heads like grains of sand
Sprinkle little rays of brightness
Into cups full of vanilla ice-cream
If the sun doesn’t sparkle
Then there is no one to blame
But one’s own...

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Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds (III)



Songstress
by Michael R. Burch

Within its starkwhite ribcage, how the heart
must flutter wildly, O, and always sing
against the pressing darkness: all it knows
until at last it feels the numbing sting
of...

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She comes to me when e’er she will,
When starlight sprinkles my windowsill.
When the dew finds rest upon the grass
She taps upon my window glass.

I go outside to be with her,
To share a moment soft and...

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I don't want to wander those places where our footsteps have long since passed,
Down shaded alleys where our memories whisper and stand guard like stone sentries,
I no longer wish to hear those songs, symphonies of...

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In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly,
Invoke the unseen magic, unravel silk works in the deep night,
Tame as a magus who dares, let fall veils of silence,
Breathe...

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Crossing a sea of bitterness, voids curled beneath my ribs lie hidden,
I drank from the cup of vices, chewed on stupidity, laboring in vast fields of error.
My mind lay with disillusionment, embraced by phantoms, boundless...

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January 22, 2024
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Divergent viewpoints can arise
Whilst triumphant variously savor
Glorious tune of achievement,
Gain glory as godly...

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In my personal political library
of capital invested thoughts
about healthier attachment
through co-invested feelings,

Sit-Spot sets
gold lettered Wisdom of Laotse,

Neighboring George Lakoff's
The Political Mind
growing freedom toward
Laotse's YangLeft
liberal strength of repurposed thoughts
for recycling wealthy health co-governance,

And Frances Moore Lappe
and...

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Patterns gleam in the sun
Threads lie side by side
Or criss-cross
In intricate patterns
Like individuals intersecting
Within the family
Each dependent yet separate
Blues, reds, greens and yellows complete the rhythm
Any strand pulled from this parade of colors
Reveals a gap...

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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty

Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves...

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Shut inside     windows open    w  i  d  e
I age 1,000 years 
To your one.

The Past turns in its light circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself into...

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I shall lay this burden  down.
I give it tour our Father time.
Beyond all reason, it bends the mind.
We shall call on Father, 
In seasons diverse, his manner
Flows to many seas,
Too heavy too great
For us...

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Time's Weavings, As I Brood Upon Them

Shut inside  windows open W I D E
I age 1,000 years 
To your one.

The Past turns in tight circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself in memories
Lending textures to the...

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A song is heard
In the dead of night
Her tears are shining in the sky so bright
Tears of star light
Her voice is delicate and drifts on the breeze 
As a jade flute sounds in the Cold...

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(19th century Tibetan Wangden rug)

Primal Properties

I look around at all the art I have collected
An assortment of inherited, home made and bought,
Ranging from African to Asian to Persian
With a smattering of European and American 
In...

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Grandma shivers, 
and to warm her, I wrap
an old faded shawl
around her frail frame.
A shawl she had hand woven
many years ago.

I hold her, and while she sleeps,
she touches the worn threads.
Her fingers move over the...

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The dawn is breaking
The eve is dawning
Escaping dark this evening
Now truth; dark is sleeping
Truth is key is leaving
Key to my heart, buried in his weavings
Weave dark does, crafting his lies
Light lies in discovering my oldest...

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 Inviting the passing crowd into the intricate weavings
 of her mind...
she sits along the curb reading her poems aloud
A torn page of charcoal dream hangs from a lamp-post 
Hoping to entertain a wandering eye
Lifting...

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(Pema on Turkish Rug, 2023)

The Sweet Spot

Remarkably, right on the cusp
Between the tangible and intangible
Sit the old tribal weavings
Of the near to far East.

I’m sure to many
Both there and here
This subtle distinction of delicate balance
Goes...

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By night eleven figures came to me
Unlocking doors that sealed shut long ago.
We travelled forward on a darkened sea 
To sleepy Somnus’ cave, hidden below.

Eternal slumber gave me rich insight,
Transcribing knotted weavings made by Fates.
The...

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