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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required New Year Poetry Auld Lange Syne by Robert Burns translation by Michael R. Burch Should old acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, And days for which we pine? For times we shared, my darling, Days passed, once yours and mine, We’ll raise a cup of kindness yet, To those fond-remembered times! Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will emanates dynamism. Otherwise the firmly muscled abdomen could not beguile us, nor the centering loins make us smile at the thought of their generative animus. Otherwise the stone might seem deficient, unworthy of the broad shoulders, of the groin projecting procreation's triangular spearhead upwards, unworthy of the living impulse blazing wildly within like an inchoate star—demanding our belief. You must change your life. The Century’s Wake by Michael R. Burch lines written at the close of the 20th century Take me home. The party is over, the century passed—no time for a lover. And my heart grew heavy as the fireworks hissed through the dark over Central Park, past high-towering spires to some backwoods levee, hurtling banner-hung docks to the torchlit seas. And my heart grew heavy; I felt its disease— its apathy, wanting the bright, rhapsodic display to last more than a single day. If decay was its rite, now it has learned to long for something with more intensity, more gaudy passion, more song— like the huddled gay masses, the wildly-cheering throng. You ask me— How can this be? A little more flair, or perhaps only a little more clarity. I leave her tonight to the century’s wake; she disappoints me. Passionate One by Michael R. Burch Love of my life, light of my morning? arise, brightly dawning, for you are my sun. Give me of heaven both manna and leaven? desirous Presence, Passionate One. Roses for a Lover, Idealized by Michael R. Burch When you have become to me as roses bloom, in memory, exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot, will I recall—yours made me bleed? When winter makes me think of you— whorls petrified in frozen dew, bright promises blithe spring forsook, will I recall your words—barbed, cruel? The Toast by Michael R. Burch For longings warmed by tepid suns (brief lusts that animated clay), for passions wilted at the bud and skies grown desolate and gray, for stars that fell from tinseled heights and mountains bleak and scarred and lone, for seas reflecting distant suns and weeds that thrive where seeds were sown, for waltzes ending in a hush, for rhymes that fade as pages close, for flames' exhausted, drifting ash, and petals falling from the rose, ... I raise my cup before I drink, saluting ghosts of loves long dead, and silently propose a toast— to joys set free, and those I fled. First and Last by Michael R. Burch You are the last arcane rose of my aching, my longing, or the first yellowed leaves— vagrant spirals of gold forming huddled bright sheaves; you are passion forsaking dark skies, as though sunsets no winds might enclose. And still in my arms you are gentle and fragrant— demesne of my vigor, spent rigor, lost power, fallen musculature of youth, leaves clinging and hanging, nameless joys of my youth to this last lingering hour. If by Michael R. Burch If I regret fire in the sunset exploding on the horizon, then let me regret loving you. If I forget even for a moment that you are the only one, then let me forget that the sky is blue. If I should yearn in a season of discontentment for the vagabond light of a companionless moon, let dawn remind me that you are my sun. If I should burn—one moment less brightly, one instant less true— then with wild scorching kisses, inflame me, inflame me, inflame me anew. The Sky Was Turning Blue by Michael R. Burch Yesterday I saw you as the snow flurries died, spent winds becalmed. When I saw your solemn face alone in the crowd, I felt my heart, so long embalmed, begin to beat aloud. Was it another winter, another day like this? Was it so long ago? Where you the rose-cheeked girl who slapped my face, then stole a kiss? Was the sky this gray with snow, my heart so all a-whirl? How is it in one moment it was twenty years ago, lost worlds remade anew? When your eyes met mine, I knew you felt it too, as though we heard the robin's song and the sky was turning blue. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year by Michael R. Burch Merry Christmas! Best of wishes! Hugs and kisses, Carolyn. Don't do dishes or eat fishes. You're delicious, happenin'. Happy New Year! Hope to see yer 'round Springwater once again. You're a treasure, such a pleasure (that's for sure), a sexy friend. Now I'm learnin' all 'bout yearnin', and I'm earnin' it, I guess. I'll be stronger, live much longer. If I'm wronger, I'll confess. Had to tell you that you're swell; you ought to sell you for a mil. If I could, I'd (knock on wood) be just as good. I never will. Still, I love you, thinking of you; I eschew to tell you why. If you're ever in the market (or hard up) just call this guy. Keywords/Tags: New Year, New Years Day, end, endings, closure, beginning, beginnings, birth, celebration, change, firework, january,
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