Name Absence Poems

The Mystery ship
I have read about things like people from March
with dinner-plate eyes and long, thin bodies
If these people are among us, why aren't normal
like...

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Tell me why my first instinct is to reminisce,
To stare at photos filled with memories of bliss.
Each scroll weighs heavy, burdened by truth,
Moments captured, now...

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Ex-presidents

There was a man, not very tall, selling
pornographic pictures at a corner of a 
street
Once he had all the power, one could 
dream of, as...

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The taste of forever

Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure...

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In the realm of existence, where time unfolds,
A tale of wonder, in verses untold.
A symphony of life, in hues of vast,
A saga of futures, present,...

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April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift...

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Can I rewind?
To a time
Before I foolishly called you mine.
Just so I can recognize the line,
So I can realize this thing won’t exist,
And you will...

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They met beside the water’s edge
Drawn by the sound of lapping waves
Beneath the gaze of the full moon
Attraction blossomed into love.
But jealous fate split them...

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They met beside the water’s edge
Drawn by the sound of lapping waves
Beneath the gaze of the full moon
Attraction blossomed into love.
But jealous fate split them...

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Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite...

induces idyllic reverie
delight evoking similar surge,
when skirting, and eluding 
fidelity defining the marital law
on par with courting in flagrante delicto.

After reading about...

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i sink my fangs into your coat

anything to make you stay

im like a dog, begging for your attention

you were old enough to be my father

and...

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Stories, stories that was told on to me,
"A woman so pretty, with her flawless eyes.
Soft lips, clear skin and her hair dancing tonight."
My reflection, grudgingly...

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Do you recall that old clock?
Rested well above your bed
With the broken pair of hands
The one that struck at my dawn.

It ceased dancing and stopped...

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Villanelle: Remembering Not to Call
by Michael R. Burch

(a villanelle permitting mourning, for my mother, Christine Ena Burch)

The hardest thing of all,
after telling her everything,
is remembering...

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Just because an impetus arose...

to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly...

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