Long Wending Poems

I take a four-fold spin
through Bill Plotkin's wheel
of bilateral identities,
iconic developmental faces,
ironic personalities.


FIRST comes Eastern-born
dawn of human infancy,
Innocent Sage infants
so WiseElder
in our LeftBrain emergent
wrinkling unfolding 
sacred RightBrain ways.

Searching for care giving eyes
to be sure we...

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My TransITion began there
right there
in my woodland playground,
when I first knew
something right feels wrong to others.

I was blind to curve-balls
hurled at me.
Being "It" is not why I grow
this TransIt mind and body!

Or, is it?

Could I...

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We all have emerged from one nutritiously multicultural heart,
one sunlight into
one DNA patterned and structuring rhythm compliance 
with resonant RNA.

Predestined to remain within harmonic restraint limits,
yet free within these interdependent limits
to play ecopolitical WinWin healthywealth...

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It has been asked,
sighed Gaia,
if I would convert Christians
to Taoists.

So, what did you say?

I suspect better Christians,
Christians with more humble gratitude
for God's actively loving Grace
restoring ecological mercy 
more than punishing injustice,
would also be better Taoists
than...

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Canticle: an Aubade
Michael R. Burch

Misty morning sunlight hails the dawning of new day;
dreams drift into drowsiness before they fade away.
Dew drops on the green grass echo splendors of the sun;
the silence lauds a songstress and...

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In Memoriam Quietly Always Close

Are they whispers, then, settling
So gently upon that slightest breeze wending
     Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels,
     Which stand in...

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In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On Platform 3
And enters the caff
for a nice cup of tea

At...

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This is a true story- no names have been changed to protect the idiot........

Nb- * - a car bonnet is a hood in the United states.
      ** - censored.

On my...

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Waterfalls here and there sprout (A)
From the bottom of the mountain (B)
Monkeys and apes are gamboling (C)
Comfortably, somewhere on the leafy soil (D)
On trees top, snacking from the wild fruit (A)
Gathered, seemed as they had...

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A barred spiral galaxy in the Giraffe
has one of the arms curled in front of its core
where dust laden lanes in the grouping outpour
as Hubble has shown it for earthlings’ behalf.

Some sort of encounter perhaps...

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May sunshine and scattered showers
Countdown days and sleepless hours
Village maidens creep from their bowers
Meet amongst the meadow flowers

In a circle they skip and dance

Whilst chanting their love one's name
Enticing as moths to a flame
Each to...

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A magic mirror told the queen that Snow White was the fairest in the land!
This put Her Majesty in a terrible snit and to the woods she had her banned!
She hired a hit man to...

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Behold the pulchritude overhead exalts to about a spread. 

It is o full swift which greatly outstrips thunder and gale added, 

Yet ocular to sigh from more than a score of hillocks afar. 

It is...

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A thread ...
ties me to the Infinite
a tendril of sonorous joy, expressed
weaves the depth of my marrow
to all that is and was and shall be and shan't ...

O - sing, my soul, of all that...

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Stone Spires

Stone cathedral spires rise
          Sharply
From freely flowing waters
 Birthing rebirth -
Lifting up unto the eternal
 A psalm
   A canticle
    ...

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Winter storms dropped a tiny snowflake on a towering mountain top.
'Tis bright and unique among the myriad of snowflakes that did drop.
This rhyme tells of the mighty contribution that tiny flake makes,
As it begins its...

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Dear Donald John,

I could be wrong
yet you're not twitterish right
in singing Earth's happiless song.

What normal healthy
Left-Right wealthy
care most about
is what you continue
not responding to

And what we do not care to hear,
to become sufficiently LeftBrain clear,
is...

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Whirling through torpedoes of sound,
spinning and tailing its way like Raphael to earth,
shoots some uninstantaneous ether:
the impermeable myelin of true experience.
The soul—the richest treasure chest ever found;
creating, disseminating, revealing, glimmering, alluring.
Rawest sense material pinging in...

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A Sitka Sunset

Mute wind chimes on the Totem Trail
 Ring through purple mists in
Platinum testimony to evergreens adorned in dusk
And leftovers from raindrops splashing from totem beaks,
Cedar poles rise from dense fogs
Of myths and warriors...

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Wending my way down a country road in my air-conditioned car,
In yon vale a weathered church steeple beckoned me from afar.
'Twas Sunday morning and the clarion peal of its bell caught my ear.
There stood a...

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Neurology is to Psychology,
claims my windy neuro-psychology professor,
as inside natures
are to outside witnessed spirits,
as secular phenomena
to sacred relational networks.

Neurology and Psychology
kiss in a conserving-liberal root systemic tree
when positive energy
trends toward health regenerativity

While neurology 
dissonant with...

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we have lost the meteoric 
icy-blue, sky-fire 
above the heated planetary core 
of a thousand covered suns 
in the center of oblivion 

where confluence 
carries hope 
in warm symbiont souls 
and lambs 
wear ragged fleece...

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Darkness descends and most folk
Are slowly wending to their bed
But, across  there in Knotty Ash
Some Locals are stirring  instead.
The residents of Diddyland,
Where the sun always shines,
Are pulling on their working gear
For night shifts...

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He ran the palm of his hand across the canvas,
Felt its soft, smooth surface, excellent fabric.
It was well primed with gesso, and he was sure
The end result would be an immortal masterpiece
   ...

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As I lie here, 'mongst these empty teardrops
Of causality
I fear that fate draws ever near
In this reality

But in this sunset
In this dawn
The hope of all regret is past
In this ash we sculpt as song
We think...

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