Long Wickedest Poems

Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity
by Michael R. Burch

“We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus

We had a common sky
before the Christians came.

We thought there might be gods
but did not know their names.

The common...

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Various Heresies 6

Altared Spots
by Michael R. Burch

The mother leopard buries her cub,
then cries three nights for his bones to rise
clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise.

Good mother leopard, pensive thought
and fiercest love’s wild insurrection
yield...

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Minute by minute is my fleshy integument perspired, 
Lathered and lathed and laved in my own shiny sweat;
And my heart it beats rigorously and unremittingly against its costal chamber,
In the iliac region in which its...

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Scary like some other long winded stories

Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Allowing the beasties free reign in the village
Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound

Pacing the streets,...

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One December Night
     (Continuation to the End)
    
All that year Santa had hoped and had tried to find a child's love that would strongly abide.  
But month...

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Mother taught me to not kill,
Her holy book forbids it.
Written somewhere in its many pages is
"Killing is the wickedest biblical sin."
My mind holds me prisoner,
A self-judged convict-
For I have murdered men,
Buried them in the catacombs...

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My Requiem.


To my witch, my retribution; my inviting audience.
By night fall of this day, I shall have become your Prince.
Your equal in a title, so impossibly imposing.
I implore you to see within yourself; 
Let this...

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In the city of the dead, underneath the whispering sands,
Lies a curse written in blood's script.
Beware defilers, for death's vengeance, guards
This sacred tomb.
Beneath wrappings decayed flesh and twisted
 Mangled bones,
A forsaken spirit, has been entombed...

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my friend,
          beacon, bright ...
               how you have bewitched my years,
 ...

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Like an eagle out of Egypt...flying faster than the wind
Leaving many shackles, chains and cages
Leaving sorrow and sickness and a multitude of sins
How, where or when? He really doesn't know...and really doesn't care
He only wants...

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Dear God I been struggling all my life
for the sins I committed I paid the price
learned to live with regrets and sacrifice 
da da da da da da da da da da da




I contain unspeakable...

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Will he rise up will he fall
He will ball, stand tall through it all
He will hustle until the man calls
All day everyday 'cause the game is plentiful
Will he live to see another 24

It's the corolation...

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An unfruitful fruit                                ...

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He loved in the most wickedest of ways
That’s the only way he knew how to love
Intentionally hurting and abusing when he could
Causing harm, I think he got off on it
He loved in the most wickedest...

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Courageous
Is
He
That
Denies
Worldly
Pleasure
Synthetic experience
Unsatisfied,
Unfufilling
He
Will
Have
None of it.

Valiant
Is he
That
pursues
Eternal
Happiness
And 
He
Is the
Spirited
Stallion
That
Refuses
To
Be
Tamed
By the whip
Of his opressor

Plucky
Is
He
That
Finds
Laughter
In the
stillness
and
His
Compassionate nature
Sensitive
To
The anguish of the human
Experience

Bold
Is
He
To
Spit
In the face
Of devils
Who
Whisper
From the depths of hell
But
He will not coincide

Defiant is he
Rebellious
He
Walks
Away
From the wickedest things
Seeking real
Life
Vivacious to taste...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen in place
As millenniums fell, a black so deep 
It rivals...

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Such a miracle from above like a bundle of joy
A reflection of God’s love be it a girl or a boy
Surviving their toughest test the far reaching tentacles of abortion
For that three months ago this...

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Nearing A Cure
By
Tom Wright
(A 38-Year Cancer Survivor)

I pray that with each passing day
Man will find an answer,
For that dreaded disease
We’ve so long known as cancer.

Let’s get involved and slay
This wickedest of beast,
From the most robust...

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Surrounded by storms...they fill the sour skies
Surrounded by cyclones...they all scream chaos cries
Surrounded by sickness that brings death to the damned
Believers stay strong
We're all making our stand

Rebels soon rise like suns set to scorch
Like volcanoes...

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We stood atop God's hill
among God's hills
and saw no mountains
where mountains are not seen,
but gazed hatefully, fearfully, longingly
into Satan's valley.
Ours was the grandest little hill,
and below was the wickedest valley,
and between was the contest of...

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Where would I be without all my cups of coffee?
   Mired in a funk, completely at sea
In fact, I can tell you I would hardly be me
   At least not the...

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I am in a full room with familiar faces but I am alone 
I look on every face and none of them are you  
I smile to keep everyone happy but I am so...

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Woodland wildlife were weather wary, withdrawn.
Wily wolves watched winter's warning... woebegone.
Wildflowers withered while worrisome willows would
whisper, "Winter witchery weaves within Wildwood."

Watching with wonder, were winged whippoorwills. 
Windstorms were whirling, wrecking wooden windmills.
Wrathfully whipping while wretchedly...

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