Long Xx Poems

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"Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep"




The silent heart is found 
embedded in the 
Cathedral of 
The Forest Deep

The lost jewel
shines in the dark
see the reflection of emerald eyes
endless hazel woods scried

On Christmas Eve
when...

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Of new pains new verses must be composed 
To give matter for the canto twenty
Of the canticle first, treating sunk posed.

I just was inclined with desires many
To thoroughly look at the open deep,
Which was moisten...

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Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of light
The night is throbbing with the heat of our battle,
our...

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 enigmatically enlightened 
                   embodied essence of 
o__live imperceptible 
       ...

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Please don't share this
pledge to inter-religious allegiance
with your straight white monotheistic worshiping
friends and family,

But, just between us panentheistic ecofeminists,
sometimes,
not often enough,
we would be healthier and wealthier
to reflect together upon

Internal polytheistic integrity communications,
bilaterally organic both/and dipolar
internal/external...

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Unquotable quotes – Lawyers:  XX

(No aspersions are willfully or otherwise cast on the honorable profession of the Law. Though I’m not a Barrister, I passed – through self-study – all the subjects at the...

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Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys
established the best Superbowl Era dynasty
with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw,
a defense disciplined on shrapnel and elite ego,
"Mean Joe Greene" and Jack Lambert, a compulsive...

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"Conversations with a Daughter: Creeps"



Time creeps
my beautiful, clever, daughter 

Weirdos are us 
incorporated 

There's that beautiful laugh,
that beautiful smile

Who wants to 
belong here 

they keep you on 
the outer edge

that’s cool, 
take all the time...

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Waymo's Service Is A Detriment To The Economy-Society

Waymo's self-driving taxi service, or ride share service, contributes very little to the economy and food chain. Whereas human drivers of taxi and ride share services circulate their...

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I made your shining castle
but I built it ‘pon the sand
and steadfastly tried
to constrain the tide
but the bastions didn’t stand

I worked to bloom your Eden
with the wares to see us thru
but the ripened fruits
grew corrupted...

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Ruminating vagaries of life May 2nd, 2021

(conceived while in utero
which loosely summarization in toto
of this ordinary Joe Schmoe,
who did wade nine months for a roe
at mercy of obstetricians status quo,

giving me a jump start to...

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Ooh a scented grape graphic. Now that's wisdom. Contained a logical pattern in a juice cup. Heron haven heaping. Wisdomstic of a Judas flaw. Consealed in Sanskrit. Heavenly heaping cream on a very large bun....

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Ten slices of pure marmalade plus two years of misted Karmapa bread equals? Oh do hurry up. The sum is easy. Oh ok then try another. Twelve custard tarts divided by an in between feathered...

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Hours and days and seasons
degenerating apartisan tipsy laughter,
seeding deep-rooted disrespect
and highest and phattest co-arising Presence

For those unconditionally warm
and wet
and indigenously wild
and sacredly wise Selectors 
who actually might be clever 
enough to know win/win personal Presence...

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                The Leader Speaks:

I just make believe I am a genius, like the great, gifted, Elon Musk.
And I fooled my...

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Early Poems XX

These are my early poems or juvenilia. 


Paradise
by Michael R. Burch, age 15

There’s a sparkling stream
And clear blue lake
A home to beaver,
Duck and drake

Where the waters flow
And the winds are soft
And the sky...

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And was it not foretold from the days of my youth
Your lives predicted in an absolute truth.

You, Young Nick, spawn of the Old Nick, do that which you must do.
Do it quickly.
You have put it...

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Mountains mourn a mildew. Such a deity of prowess. What a cumbersome lot those pickles. And oh look there, a pretty formation of moths in a tree. Thunderbeds are ghosts. And who would count the...

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Who was the fair youth that Shakespeare wrote of? This young man whom nature loved far too much to create as a woman, so she endowed him with something “extra” so that he could be...

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Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for...

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CRUSHED CONCRETE UNSTEELED / SEPTEMBER BLUES

BOMBS xxxxxxxxxx           HOPE                 ...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve....

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The lair aglow with brightness now she saw the Dragon clear;
Immense in form and stature with a grin from ear to ear;
From nose to tail smooth skin of black his fiery eyes alert;
He strutted, bristled...

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