Swollen Poems

I hit her!!!

My Sorrow holds no bounds 
Holes are punched in hearts

You have been my best part 
How?
My hands where careless
Adrenaline squashed .

Eyes swollen from lashes of anger
What have anger not done ?
Piecing through this unending anguish 


My Love ,...Read More

    MUD LARKING
  
    Since a kid having a habit of treasure hunt,
   whenever got a chance to go on riverside
   picking pebbles slimed with pale mud,
  ...Read More

Possiblity rolls rotund in your fingers
Hectic brain traffic makes way for intrigue 
Direction indeterminate, insect lands unscathed
Careful spice simmers observations we can heed
Suspends apprehension, apprehends herd bellow

Stength encounters our sturdily built immunity
Intimacy emits permission to dismiss ridiculous 
Slowly extending tip...Read More

"Piranhas"



Piranhas
thrashing tales
to the feeding frenzy
de rigueur, 
someone’s torn
they can smell the blood
pointing fingers in a mirror
writing with burley
on their star studded
glowing wall 
craggy oysters salty, grey 
and green 
furry mouthed
blunt, stunted minds
lacking wisdom
scattering imperfect pearls
their sharp siren songs piercing 
like...Read More

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And life I know we experience daily 
Some painted on screens,
some on our sheets 
And some are rainbows painted in the sky 
Yet painted are mine in bold visible prints
Cold teary eyes 
Swollen broken hearts 
and slaps of lies that...Read More

In a stupor of alcohol and bitterness,
each day dragging out through the dense lens of alcoholic fury.
The days ran from days to months to eons, time travel on a toast.

With no pen available and no thought to ensnare,
the eddies of...Read More

In the winds, old histories tossed, 
To speak of it, freedom that’s lost,
From the hill tops Dostoevsky screams aloud, 
Lost their God indeed, the proud.

Much can’t say but, tis I tell,
Where is this, that conflicts burst?
Stomachs pinch and throats dost...Read More

I'm a clothes addict, my flow's magic
8 miles underground to choke rabbits
Nose habit that grows when I overdose 
But speak truth so it shrinks like Pinochio
Take lines a pony won't, stay unstable
Experiment, opperate and lay on tables ..


These tricky statements...Read More

I

the fallen, brown, dead and decaying; 
covering mats nature’s mother been laying
arteries swollen by spring’s overflow 
will funnel life to all that must grow

flowers in hues of reds, whites and blues
articulate how do you do
brilliant tones too many to mention
bring...Read More

(German poet, 1875-1926)

What at once takes hold of the viewer
is the mouth: large, sensitive, the lower
lip swollen, brooding, unsettling as from
some kept-in disgust, and it had never 
known how to smile. Then the eyes: 
bulging from their dark sockets, the...Read More

GONE VIRAL (For Corona virus/ Covid 19 contest)


Don’t splutter, don’t wheeze
Don’t cough and don’t sneeze
Or they’ll lock you up
And they’ll mislay the keys

Don’t tell them you’re hot
Just say that you’re not
And don’t touch your face
Or you could be shot

With those...Read More

Die Maske des Bösen (“The Mask of Evil”)
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

A Japanese woodcarving hangs on my wall—
the mask of an ancient demon, limned with golden lacquer.
Not unsympathetically, I observe
the forehead’s bulging veins,
the tremendous strain
such malevolence requires.

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Original...Read More

From the Rising Sea

From the rising sea strolled the fiend,
A male serpent of solemn might.
A manifestation of night,
Scales, remnants of wings convened.

Children were no longer portals,
The feast must be a regions fate.
Time for a purge of God's mortals,
Swollen, their desires,...Read More

Once upon a time, lived there a man
With anchored bed riding on waters still
But in surprise, wakes oft to troubled seas.
Pulled in and out by waves sudden and hard

He wakes oft with weary temper-stained hands.
Can only recall how he roared...Read More

Is my finger broken or has arthritis set in?
It’s swollen, pink, sore and no longer thin.
The nurse asked if I fell. I say no.
Then I remembered the day of the snow.

I fell on concrete steps. If hurt a great deal.
It...Read More

The smell of either soil or concrete after the rain is breathtaking
The sight of the sky and the birds on a warm day is amazing 
The sound of the wind blowing dry leaves is astonishing 
The sight of blossoming flowers...Read More

The weary and gloomy moon
Droops alongside confident mountains,
Tries to stay until noon.

Clings to the boundary, slipping down
Being hidden but not wanting to hide.
To time, old moon is bound.

A longing, endless.
Sad moon surrenders to the horizon, daylight lessens.
Less ends of light...Read More

If you don't know me
Just ask me 
 My lips which used to be sealed 
Will tell you all the stories 
Buried deep in my heart 
Only if you are me 
There was this weapon ,a shovel 
They brought to...Read More

I am just a swollen bloated thing in this harsh world
Nothing here but the laws of physics upon me hurled
No safety, power, decision is mine as I am uncontrollably twirled

Under and over and across the sweltering haze
Never before feeling, always...Read More

His face is scruffy and he smiles,
Trevor has been gone a while
He’s been reported missing for days,
I peer and longingly anxiously to play.

Tears drain down swollen chaffed cheeks,
Lying in my bed there is no relief.
His face was smug and warm...Read More

Looking at your life, with the feeling of excitement and being overwhelmed.
You’re reminding yourself that you’re as tough as an elm.
Your stomach is growing and your feet are swollen.
It’s as if you’re not sure about this and feel your life...Read More

What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch

What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the...Read More

Are you able to sense it if even not keenly aware
Some may be unable to admit what has long since been in the air
Each day getting more dark as the density of evil wades through
The new contrast being so stark...Read More

Investment In Heaven
Written: by Miracle Man
2-20-2020

My finances never deprive me of needed sleep,
though thoughts of collecting, find me somewhat beguiled.
Because I enumerate blessings, not counting sheep,
In Heaven you'll find my retirement plan is now filed.


Proactively I check on its growth...Read More

Our tale began four days ago ---- large quantities of H20
  Were heated by warm solar rays to start evaporation’s phase
Three days ago each molecule forms condensation as clouds cool
        Two days...Read More