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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required stones by michael r. burch, circa age 16 i. far below me lies a village with its houses hewn from stone and while Everyman who lives there bravely claims he’s not alone, i can tell him, yes u are! for u cannot touch the stars no matter how u try; nor can u tame the mountains, nor appease the darkening sky. ii. and late at night their flinty fires blazing cannot warm their stony hearts; though the villagers “believe” (in what?) the terror-fear departs them only at mid-day for they fear what Others say when their walls have shut them in. iii. and do they sin? who am i to say? most stones are shades of gray; what does it matter, anyway? iv. oh, i think that living is not easy and that dying is not hard ... as the stars above wink, meaningless, so they are; so we all are. v. a legion without sound in dusky darkness drawing down to settle on the town, the Night is like a stone — hard and dark and rolling on, hard and dark and rolling on. Villanelle: A Serious Matter by Michael R. Burch Listen, love, it’s a serious matter: I love you better despite the fetter. I love you madder than any hatter. Now even though you’re my chains’ begetter and keep me your slave with that braless sweater, I love you better despite the fetter. You say you’re afraid that you’re getting “fatter,” but your curves are my lust’s prime aider and abettor. Listen, love, it’s a serious matter. I love you madder than any hatter. When you come to bed in sheer lace, my thoughts scatter: first to the firmer, then to the latter. I love you better despite the fetter. I love you madder than any hatter. Listen, love, it’s a serious matter!
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