Sea Prison Poems

the ghost mind is a curious space
    a gulag held in wire
haunted huntress, somber sky
coldest winter sun defy
Cossack, Hessian shadow churn 
maze...

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Under the sun and moon, flawed men linger in the cold 
Who in the mist of darkness, cut and rip apart trees eons old 
While...

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I used to enjoy the sunshine, lazy days by the sea
Now the sunshine is a prisoner too, in here with me.

Freedom was just a word,...

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We dance beneath a carousel of blood
Tears flowing from the eyes causing a flood
We're just damned by our own intentions
Brewed by our interpersonal tensions
Lightning lances...

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ECSTASY

 O morning breeze of West and South Asia

 Let my soul sip sherbet
 From your breasts like lily of the Incas 

 Nightingale of...

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the story goes 
that convicted criminals crossing from court to prison
to be executed 
or locked away in dank windowless cells 
received one last look at...

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During the Second World War, people were panicking everywhere in the world.  And of all continents, Asia was one of the most devastated in...

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The remnants of the castle I had built 
with the silver sands of my dormant dreams,
sank at the bleak bottom of breaking waves 
in the...

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My name is Paul Carter and I want to tell you my tragic story
About the wrong path I chose in life, that wasn't one of...

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I turned away to hide my tears when his eyes were blurred
and frowned with a sigh each time his words were slurred
Foolishly, he thought by...

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There once was a pretty mermaid
Who tied her hair in a long braid.
She had way too many friends.
Who swam out till the ocean's ends

But alas!...

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The Octopi Jars
by Michael R. Burch

Long-vacant eyes
now lodged in clear glass,
a-swim with pale arms
as delicate as angels'...

you are beyond all hope
of salvage now...
and yet I...

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Drainage cracks and fingers of
eroding souls.

Long dim hotel stairwells
are sarcastic chasms to the flood,
like artifacts of insanity
and poet's blood.

We dare to run down as
prisoners on...

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I am Aztec
I am tree person
Taking refuge under these leaves 

Hide me without erasing me
Until being Mexican is easy
cuando sea libre

Not a Baez
Not a Kahlo
America,...

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From sea to shining sea,
‘Merica ain’t never been nothin’ but
a prison for
angry black boys like me

Childish rage moved my hands,
hateful oppression reaction expression
made me feel...

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