Loss Racism Poems

Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing

Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned 
nearing deceased sadness.

Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched...

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It interests me,
this journey into the garden
each spring
to notice how diverse vegies
and flowers,
edibles
and ornamentals,
pollinators
and soil enrichers,
work cooperatively together
when they can

My own planning part
notices potential competitions,
for...

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Though I cannot see their hearts, I choose to love their skin.
I know not what they feel; but through love, let change begin.

Though I cannot...

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When we compare the numbers
and percentages of innocent,
trusting lives lost
in significant part because of Christian
militarized
capitalized
patriarchal 
monotheistic judging fundamentalism,
punishing Afghanistan
and other Islamic cultures
over the past four...

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My heart went on a roam to explore 
A place far away across the fence bar.
To seize the moment of an open door
Adventure felt free...

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Everything 
and everyone 
we have ever legitimately loved,
we will lose.

Mentally embracing
facing this problem
of biological mortality
is half of our potential
multigenerationally licit grace.

The other half,
more redemptively front
and...

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STOP the senseless killing 
By Michelle Morris 
01/06/2020 

We saw a man
Murdered on
The street,
By the serve
And protect
Police on
The beat... 

And he couldn't breathe -
Begged and...

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" I can't breathe "

The last words of George Floyd were

" I can't breathe " echoed his voice and called his mother's name

but

the man who...

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Never met my Nana...
She died before my birth
Always wished to meet her,
And all that she was worth.

The most beautiful woman
I’ve ever viewed in snaps,
Undeniably strong...

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O, Little Root of a Dream
by Paul Celan
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

O, little root of a dream
you enmire me here;
I’m undermined by blood?
made invisible,
death's...

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You Were My Death
by Paul Celan
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You were my death;
I could hold you
when everything abandoned me— 
even breath.

Paul Celan (1920-1970) was...

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My leftbrain deductive reason
now sadly sees 16/20,
since 2016 a patriarchal white privileged hierarchy
of orthodox RightWing religious social history,

Where I am either egomaniacally at the self-righteous...

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Come by here, Lord,
Kum   ba 'eah;

Come by here, Land,
Kum   ba yeah;

Come by here, Love,
Kum ba yah;

Oh, EarthSoul Mama,
come by here!

Someone's singin'
Someone's...

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H ate is not a pretty thing
A ll who hate miss many joys
T hrills with friends, elated songs that ring
E ven their children caring, sharing...

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Can you see beyond the mask?
Can you see the man behind the camouflage?

This man has fought for you, protecting you, 
your children and your kind...

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