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lucky you. on the face of it, read and you’ll get hit, kicked in your pvt. parts, so you’ll remember “it” well that’s the Prima facie of this one, a Latin term meaning "at first sight" or "smack~slap on your face". In legal contexts, it refers to evidence that is sufficient to establish a fact or presumption unless rebutted or disproved by contrary evidence. It signifies that a case appears valid based on initial examination I miss my friends, who audaciously departed in my face, neither asking nor reaching a treaty, an o.k. from the powers invested in me, to disappear, nessum permesso prima facie, my friends always r, prima facie, spygrandson, prima facie Virginia at first sight daringly leaving me now alone ‘cept when re-reading yours, back in my heart you’re, again yeah yeah and in my ☹️
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
Prima Facie; if there is no emotional undercurrent in any poem I write, then it is a failed poem
Later, When I drop the ball Do me a favor, Stand over there As I teeter Between take it or give it all And "why even bother?" I've made the call, No answer So forever I will fall Screaming into the ether ©2024
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Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 7:57 PM UTC
~•§•~ Do Me a Favor ~•§•~
The moon did me a favor today It didn't drag me down. It made me look up. Where else is future found? Besides our Hearts and Minds. In the sky where you will find Birds. And wings With golden strings Threading An imperfect map. I'm still looking up.
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Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 10:43 AM UTC
A Favor
I am surrounded by comforts and convenances as I pack the cub-bards, lining them with provisions. Some of which I will not get to before they perish. I pay no mind to the clouds that gather above my head because I will soon walk into the shelter of my luxurious home. I close the door sealing out the pestilence. the last part of my home barricaded by all the elements. I seat myself in a climate controlled throne where I waste away watching the regurgitation of one talking head to another. I stand at once to pour my cup out into the sink. I look out the window and see a horizon of red illuminated by the smoke and fires that grow beneath it. I close the blinds and I make my way to the master bedroom. I take off my custom made clothes and fold them neatly at the foot of my bed. I brush my teeth and put on my pajamas as I hear a thunder in the distance grow closer . I turn on my fan to drown out the noise. I then lay myself down and nestle the silk of my pillow. I begin to fall asleep not quite past Rapid eye movement. I am then ripped from my bed. I am drug down the stairs pulling banisters back resisting my pursuer’s. They’re strength to much to my own they quickly over power me. My finger nails dig into the decking of my lavish hardwood sprawl. There is no hope for me at this point. I then am hit with a blunt object and loose consciousness. I awake with a bag over my head and my hands tied behind my back. The dry air and exhaustion from my screams make my mouth dry. I feel insects crawl on me not as an infestation but as a hindering concentration on my hands and feet. I don’t know what they are but they bite me like fire ants. I cannot shake them loose. Once I do my hands and feet are  bound down by my captors. They shout at me slurs and demand I renounce. They beat me with they’re fist and feet. They grab me up and drag me down a long hall. I am pushed to the floor and then picked up. My head is shoved down as they submerge me in water. Over and over and over again. I begin blacking out because my body is entering a breaking point. I am then drug back down the hall and cast back into my dark room. This continues for days as I am being starved. I begin eating the ants that bite my hands and feet. I drink the water I can when I am being dunked over and over again. I begin to try and adapt to this tormented routine. I am far past depression I am numb and I am hopeless. I am so lonely I try conversing with my captors. They don’t speak in my language so I try to make myself believe what they say back to me are kind and hopeful things. They demand that I renounce in my language. It is the only thing I understand the entirety of my stay. I sense the desperation in they’re tone they almost seem sad that I am not responding to they’re abuse. I fear they will soon grow tired of trying and end me as a result. The next morning I awake with a cold blade on my neck. I shout out “I renounce! I begin crying and shouting out; I renounce!” They pick me up and break my bonds and sit me in a chair. One officer removes the bag over my head and I see for the first time in I don’t know how long. Another officer hands me a glass of water and my face falls in shame and relief. This is the real beginning of my torment. After giving me instructions and sending me on my way. I ….. To be continued…
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Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 8:13 PM UTC
..(Dark Hour)..part 1
I am surrounded by comforts and convenances as I pack the cub-bards, lining them with provisions. Some of which I will not get to before they perish. I pay no mind to the clouds that gather above my head because I will soon walk into the shelter of my luxurious home. I close the door sealing out the pestilence. the last part of my home barricaded by all the elements. I seat myself in a climate controlled throne where I waste away watching the regurgitation of one talking head to another. I stand at once to pour my cup out into the sink. I look out the window and see a horizon of red illuminated by the smoke and fires that grow beneath it. I close the blinds and I make my way to the master bedroom. I take off my custom made clothes and fold them neatly at the foot of my bed. I brush my teeth and put on my pajamas as I hear a thunder in the distance grow closer . I turn on my fan to drown out the noise. I then lay myself down and nestle the silk of my pillow. I begin to fall asleep not quite past Rapid eye movement. I am then ripped from my bed. I am drug down the stairs pulling banisters back resisting my pursuer’s. They’re strength to much to my own they quickly over power me. My finger nails dig into the decking of my lavish hardwood sprawl. There is no hope for me at this point. I then am hit with a blunt object and loose consciousness. I awake with a bag over my head and my hands tied behind my back. The dry air and exhaustion from my screams make my mouth dry. I feel insects crawl on me not as an infestation but as a hindering concentration on my hands and feet. I don’t know what they are but they bite me like fire ants. I cannot shake them loose. Once I do my hands and feet are  bound down by my captors. They shout at me slurs and demand I renounce. They beat me with they’re fist and feet. They grab me up and drag me down a long hall. I am pushed to the floor and then picked up. My head is shoved down as they submerge me in water. Over and over and over again. I begin blacking out because my body is entering a breaking point. I am then drug back down the hall and cast back into my dark room. This continues for days as I am being starved. I begin eating the ants that bite my hands and feet. I drink the water I can when I am being dunked over and over again. I begin to try and adapt to this tormented routine. I am far past depression I am numb and I am hopeless. I am so lonely I try conversing with my captors. They don’t speak in my language so I try to make myself believe what they say back to me are kind and hopeful things. They demand that I renounce in my language. It is the only thing I understand the entirety of my stay. I sense the desperation in they’re tone they almost seem sad that I am not responding to they’re abuse. I fear they will soon grow tired of trying and end me as a result. The next morning I awake with a cold blade on my neck. I shout out “I renounce! I begin crying and shouting out; I renounce!” They pick me up and break my bonds and sit me in a chair. One officer removes the bag over my head and I see for the first time in I don’t know how long. Another officer hands me a glass of water and my face falls in shame and relief. This is the real beginning of my torment. After giving me instructions and sending me on my way. I ….. To be continued…
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I've seen the known swiftest person lose in a race The strongest fought in a battle and came out defeated The unqualified applied and emerged the chosen one Meeting/exceeding the requirements is NOT always what it takes to win Sometimes, grace and favor make all the difference.
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
Grace
They say you should fear what you can’t see, but I believe you should have faith. Faith gives you something to dream of, to hope for, to believe in. Faith with sight gives you much room to doubt, but faith without seeing gives you a glimmer of light. Seeing is believing but sometimes we just need to trust, for seeing with our eyes can sometimes lead to lust. Keep sight of your dreams, your hopes and your beliefs. For faith can offer much rest, much aide and relief. Hope gives you courage, strength and delight. Hope can keep you warm on the coldest of nights. To know that one day your hopes will come true! Hope can turn the darkest grey skies into blue. Be merciful and gracious for you never know the day, when you’ll need to rely on your faith, your hope and your grace.
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
FAITH
Gratitude is being grateful for what you had, what you have and what is coming. Take nothing for granted because nothing is for certain, except that change is sure to come. Be gracious, and forgiving because you’ll never know when you will need grace extended to you. Be just and fair and never expect things from others that you wouldn’t do. Be open and honest it really helps to share your truth. But be patient with others and remember that they are on a journey too!
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:08 PM UTC
A note of Gratitude
Invited and welcomed to a seat at the table Navigating the gift of a life that you paid for Wouldn't it be easier to be told which way is best Would I trust the decision more if it didn't come from my chest Or would it come to tears, me blaming you for the heartache Is the lesson better learned from my own mistakes Safeguarded on every side Walking in the favor that you will provide But planning long term for a future that may not exist I''m no longer sure I can justify it Here we are and I've finally found the root of it Conflicting desires with the power to ruin The question on which all else is contingent What do I want And what do I want to live with?
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
Contingency
Listen If time is kind You'll be given 2nd chance To grasp What you learned From the 1st mistake
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Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
Fortune
My heart hurts and everything seems wrong. Tears stream down my face right as time is frozen. And you're the cause, I hate you for that. The years I've spent hating you for letting our love die is now something I deeply regret. I finally get that you sacrificed yourself just so I could be happy. You let your heart break and shatter completely just so mine could heal. But you also made me suffer something worse than death. And that makes me hate you. You let me cry and cry and cry for so long just so I wouldn't suffer, but that was my suffering. I hate you for that too. You didn't stop me when I yelled names and profanities at your face repeatedly as I in the hallway for 'cheating' on me, and people thought I was crazy. I hated you a lot for that. But mostly I hate you because no matter how much I try to forget you or our love, I can't. You did everything just so I'd forget or hate you, but now you realize that all that suffering was for nothing. I love you, And I always will. But we both don't deserve this.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
All that suffering, for what?
Lady’s Favor by Michael R. Burch May spring fling her riotous petals devil- may-care into the air, ignoring the lethal nettles and may May cry gleeful- ly Hooray! as the abundance settles, till a sudden June swoon leave us out of tune, torn, when the last rose is left inconsolably bereft, rudely shorn of every device but its thorn. Keywords/Tags: lady, lady's favor, spring, petals, nettles, may, june, swoon, rose, shorn, thorn, bare, barren, leafless, bereft, naked, ****
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
Lady’s Favor
can we talk? no, you're busy you need a favor? course, i'll be there in a jiffy pushing and pulling me like you're waves dragging me everywhere i love you but i can't keep up with you doing me like this can we talk? can we?
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
talk?
Do me a favor. Keep being you.
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
A Favor?
can you do me a favor? stay with me.
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
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Laziness uncondoned but "This thing" gives you an edge Even when you're not the best "This thing" gets you chosen In my life, it's been proven "This thing" comes from on High And it puts you in high places It sets you on high tables It unexpectedly open doors Some folks call it luck But I know it as GRACE.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
This thing
On this Earth, there are millions of people that walk these moonlit streets. And nothing compares to the favor the moon has for you.
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC
Favor of the Moon Goddess
Do me a favor Can you come find me The way the sea finds the shore In ways I found The hues of blues in the sky Have no reflections on the ground Or in certain times I find peace in slivers of light Filtering through windows at midnight Will you seek me out Even as I hide in layers Under my own smiles Do me a favor Will you come running Even as I run away I’ll be extending my arms I’ll be running backwards Looking at you I’ll tell you to stop chasing But do me a favor Don’t listen
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
A Little Favor
You are the tailor The maker The storm and the desire
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
First
Till that time When You were stranger So do I Just as a myth Forever was far away Within A second or less It belongs to us
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
Patience
Is the moon not hung right tonight? Can you not just help make me the world bright. Oh no it is not bright. Too much not to take a life. The victim is not right. After all heat of day. All the others went away. You were the one who stayed. Help me in this fight. Because the odds are not in my favor. Is this alright. The kind that cures wild behavior. I need to have a little time to get adjusted. Because the doors open. Then the bolts are busted. At risk, for a heart I am hoping. Just give me time. Time to not waste and throw away. In myself just what I find. Now on the ground I lay. The victim of another day. Can not throw it all away. Soon maybe I will see. Forever a victim I cannot be.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
I Need Time
In her favor She made him To promise 1000 causes With it He too learned, how to break it Softly
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
The Deal
Men are so funny. Well not just men but people. We as people can be filled with greed. We want everything that shines even things that don’t. If it is accessible all takers on deck. It becomes as a game it seems. That looks good let me try it out. I might not be able to afford it yet I want it anyway. Are you bills paid while you are making all of those outstanding purchases? Do you really need or just want that new pair of shoes? Do you have to have take-out every single day? Do you know how to use the stove to prepare food for yourself? All of these things are of greed and laziness. Showing a lack of appreciation for what you already have. While not taking care of what is already owned. Worst of all forgetting that times get hard and you should preserve what you have. The entire time that you had her, no she wasn’t always happy but she loved you and had your back. She self-medicated to stay afloat. To deal with the crap that you put out. While you flirted and danced with others when she was out of town. You called and texted and thought that she would not find out. You forgot her worth, yes there were times that she messed up. When you forgive it should have been forgotten. My brother you threw it in her face every chance you got. That was because she called you on your mess. You felt that she was close to blowing up your spot. She should have been the only spot that you blew up. Now she is leaving you and you are remembering what you had. She probably has a new man that treats her better. Bro you can’t get mad. You should have loved her when you had the chance. Now she is gone and you are all alone. Now you are sad wishing that you would have loved her when you had her.
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
Why Didn’t You Love Her When You Had Her
Men are so funny. Well not just men but people. We as people can be filled with greed. We want everything that shines even things that don’t. If it is accessible all takers on deck. It becomes as a game it seems. That looks good let me try it out. I might not be able to afford it yet I want it anyway. Are you bills paid while you are making all of those outstanding purchases? Do you really need or just want that new pair of shoes? Do you have to have take-out every single day? Do you know how to use the stove to prepare food for yourself? All of these things are of greed and laziness. Showing a lack of appreciation for what you already have. While not taking care of what is already owned. Worst of all forgetting that times get hard and you should preserve what you have. The entire time that you had her, no she wasn’t always happy but she loved you and had your back. She self-medicated to stay afloat. To deal with the crap that you put out. While you flirted and danced with others when she was out of town. You called and texted and thought that she would not find out. You forgot her worth, yes there were times that she messed up. When you forgive it should have been forgotten. My brother you threw it in her face every chance you got. That was because she called you on your mess. You felt that she was close to blowing up your spot. She should have been the only spot that you blew up. Now she is leaving you and you are remembering what you had. She probably has a new man that treats her better. Bro you can’t get mad. You should have loved her when you had the chance. Now she is gone and you are all alone. Now you are sad wishing that you would have loved her when you had her.
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It seems, not mutual It was, just me Save me, from myself
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Favor
I guess I didn't notice when you went away Comments and critique from you absent, from my day How many accounts, I'll never know how trite and so clique An ego over inflated and my oh my, ever so passe Blocking me, I couldn't see with nothing more too say
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
Topazically Ignored
money speaks in an accent few can quite understand there's a certain inflection on the cash forked out by a hand a tongue knowing how to enunciate will garner favors which nicely inflate the dialect is foreign and of an unusual hone those having an ear for it receive a likeable tone talking quids requires a most refined voice where the buyer has an unfair advantage of choice
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
Money Speaks