Military Poems

I wake up at the crack of dawn
No need to have to yawn
My day starts early and I need to be strong
Because I only fight for what’s right and not what’s wrong
Hair up neat, above the collar and tight
It all...Read More

How much simpler
and yet vastly more complex,
diversely resonant,
past decisions to hire the credentialed professional elite
also choices not to hire a charismatic
brown-skinned
ecofeminist,

And how much more resilient
urgently cooperative
corporate win/win covenant repercussions might have been
if we stopped compartmentalizing,
and started intersectionalizing,
creolizing
transubstantiating
synergizing
integrating
regenerating
co-arising and co-gravitating
Win/Win assertiveness...Read More

The car was painted mat black
With red rimmed wheels
The windows were tinted
There were no plates
It looked menacing
Even if it was driven
By a girl...

...Who flew the plane
An F-35 Aggressor version
It was like her car
Mat black all over
With red wheel rims
A tinted...Read More

The serpents evil doctrine he'd tried to inflict
Tore peaceful communities assunder; causing conflict
The ghost soldiers would come in the dead of night
Taking on the evil serpent with firepower and might.

They would infiltrate the serpents lair and be in disguise
And unleash...Read More

Cabin Fever door closes five dollars,
a-Bag Used Book Sale
Sunday, February 23, 2020
hence less than twenty four hours
before avid readers bewail
foregoing scampering across Hillandale
vital poetic proclamation

yours truly doth broadcast,
albeit apologize short notice,
while courtesy warden
at Highland Manor Jail
gave scant time regarding
voluntary convict...Read More

Don't drop the Soap.
Don't step on the Roach.
You will pay the Price,
But you will return as a Ghost.

For these brave heroes of the 141,
One killed by a bomb, two from a gun,
The world stands outside of death's door,
With the looming...Read More

Ask if we'll ever see the end of wars and you're bound to hear,
that it will never happen, not in a thousand years.
I hear you loud and clear, but I just don't accept it.
For someone who hasn't done their homework,...Read More

Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.

Scant hours...Read More

Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.

Scant hours...Read More

Captive burdens
Of dismay 
Problem solve all away 
Corrugated spills actions happening 
Distorted views memories misshapen 
Quantico rehabilitative fathoms 
Sway 
Complicated positions do not keep me at bay
You get my drift
Stuck in a horizontal position 
Cradling the bed
Somber silence immovable body...Read More

Golden Triangle Snow
Old skool rock and roll on the decks. Takes me back to before I was born. Smoking the best ing weed in 'Nam. Swimming in the river. Worshipping dark Gods. Making love to even darker women. Those were...Read More

Cyrus...

President of the country, 
not like any that came before. 
Or... Like any that will follow. 
Standing in the gap between the flood, 
and the waters of eternity, 
threatening to consume the weak, 
kill the innocent, 
and feast on the...Read More

Gadflies
are not about group hugs.

Communion is more of a catholic honey bee paradigm
of win/win resonant satiation;
A winter seasonal anti-climax of body
but ecstatic dreamy democratic mind feeling
perpetual gratitude attitude,
safe ego
within this significant paradigmatic ecosystem
of compassion communication.

Gadflies are more about spring
and sometimes...Read More

Pride and Prejudice, a passionate novel by Jane Austen, published anonymously in three volumes in 1813. A masterpiece of English literature, composed with penetrating wittiness and exquisite character delineation, it concentrates on the tumultuous relationship amongst Elizabeth Bennet, the daughter...Read More

...Khan Williamson, for his troops called him that now,
split his forces and swarmed in from the west,
million of Uighurs joined him for revenge,
and all in his path could quickly attest

That if you surrendered to his great horde
he’d let you live,...Read More

When did I learn to walk?
The awkward stance,
a toddler’s uncertain step,
stumbling, falling, 
getting up again until
rhythm of feet and
balance work in sequence, 
was that when I learned
to walk? No.

When did I learn to walk?
Kindergarten marches,
a military parade of sorts
around a...Read More

I stood on the corner this morning
Absorbing the fresh morning air
listening attentively to the morning news
That has everyone so upset and confused
The morning sun is just peeping out
with its orange and yellowish color
Stirring lazy bodies out of bed 
pointing to...Read More

Cletus joined the Navy on a fool whim

   And was told he needed to learn to swim

      He was launched off the dock

         And he...Read More

The roaring 2020 seems to be a peeping visitor
That the world denied love yonder the door
Beetles singing glory be to him who reigns
Trees whistle with their broken lips hosanna
Flies hold conference sessions on bull’s broken leg 
And winds swish their...Read More

the daffodil folk
by Michael R. Burch

to live among the daffodil folk...
slip down the rainslickened drainpipe...
suddenly pop out
the GARGANTUAN SPOUT...
minuscule as alice, shout
yippee-yi-yee!
in wee exultant glee
to be leaving behind the LARGE
THREE-DENALI GARAGE.

Published by Andwerve and Bewildering Stories as "escape!" This poem...Read More

Love is unpaid street cleaner
It removes stress from aching hearts

Laughter is fresh summer rain
It brings new life from winter drains

Sleep is sweet voluntary death
It resurrects body from life’s dearth

Mourning is early morning breeze
It drains dirty dew from evening wreak

Exercise is...Read More

Once I was a young girl with dreams
Pleasure of mine sometimes went to extremes.
Priorities grew to where they needed to be.
Others around me knew I wanted to succeed.
Reality kicked in as I got older
Then I was diagnosed with bipolar
Under my...Read More

I don’t even want to think,
My life is laid down black as ink,
All the good is in the past,
For those three hollow faces I did what I thought was the best.

I worked a couple poppy fields
where my fate on this...Read More

The police are everywhere
And barracks are empty, 
I see military fatigue, locusts
I see firearms that can make the devil blush
I see the MK 18 mod 1 carbine whose libido is famed abroad
I see the Glock 17 Semi-automatic Pistol which shoots...Read More

Pa Nagbe 
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Like the river birds, 
I sing your name daily 
In warmth embrace, let's this romance begins 
And if this love sleeps on, 
let me fall between your lovely thighs

Ma Jugbeh 
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I am catching cold already 
While looking through...Read More