Afterlife Poems

Nonagenarian father afflicted,
his body electric awry
with congenital heart failure,
before long twill bid existence bye
whose physical well being -
corporeal essence inevitably will die

unavoidable manifest destiny...
accompanied into afterlife courtesy death
envision caricature immortal grim reaper
moost ofttimes (normally leering)
brandishing trademark scythe,
impossible mission to skirt...Read More

What is to become of me?
    I feel the warmth of your pulse
as my blood turns cold
    and I slip the bonds of this Earthly life
where both pride and ridicule
    followed...Read More

In the After Hour, afterlife, away from
borough and a woman. I bellied barstools 
for balance, contemplating the ensuing draft;
Rumpkin, to be exact. The taste of nutmeg
calling forward a wayward heart, swimming
like Lochte, trying hard, to remember the truth
of mama's porridge...Read More

from the sky’s black velvet cloak
points of light emanate 
drawing the wonder of all who see

but are these sequin stars
or tears in the fabric of heaven
from which our lost loved ones look down
smiling to let us know they are happy

one...Read More

I think about death as I grow older 
not with any trepidation or fears,
even though death’s cowl may be soaked in tears.
I've reviewed the beliefs in my folder
for as hopes of an afterlife smolder
it's become more appealing o’er the years.

Viewing...Read More

That title "The Lady Down The Lane"
Puts me in mind of a pop song refrain -
"The Naughty Lady Of Shady Lane,"*
Big blue eyes and hair of gold,
But it seems she is only three days old!
Don't worry, she only died in...Read More

Two liners
He sat on a square stone under an olive tree
contemplating his afterlife.

What if he came back as a donkey in Sudan?
Or dromedary in Sahara.

He could become a dog like the one at his feet,
The dog looked up, wagged its...Read More

One day I may be gone but
I’ll be forever by your side
I’ll watch you grow
Look out for signs
Somehow I’ll let you know
I’m there and proud of you
Of the man you are becoming
As you strive to dream and
Make those dreams come...Read More

A legendary tale of love I know
about two very brilliant people who
were soul mates living centuries ago.
They shared much hardship but their love stayed true.
Truth seeker Heloise sought Abelard.
Great teacher of philosophy was he.
But people’s thinking in that time was...Read More

If I died today March 2nd, 2020...?

No matter unfulfilled dreams never came true,
nevertheless yours truly doth gladly bid adieu,
where repurposed afterlife (mine) atomic brew
reconfigured, reconstituted, and reconsolidated
out maws of madness, no matter any blues clue
(yea undoubtedly, hypothetically, and admittedly

handy dandy)...Read More

Lucid dreamland; seems I'm drawing nearer.
Where myself and reason both seem two faced.
Internal images; something clearer.
Does anyone care? I'm feeling erased!

Omitted man; a life cut short in vain.
Seared and hardened hearts make no room for blame.
Grimly reaping; deaths edge precedes...Read More

Five Missing Days,
Then A Miracle
Written: by Miracle Man
2/24/2020

Once a miracle happened in my life,
God didn't inform me of plan impending.
But I heard voices from the afterlife,
My witness to others he was sending. 

When things weren't going as Doctors had planned,
God...Read More

A vivid flashback went off
It was a scene from a decade ago
I had never recall it before
I blinked and wanted more
It was one of my life’s best moments
It was like taking a glimpse of my past life from heaven
It only...Read More

In the middle of the night I wonder
Pondering what truly matters
Entertaining notions of afterlife

The hours the months the decades
A lifetime on earth is but a speck
Lost in an infinite galaxy of stars

The illusion of time standing still
For our significant life...Read More

 I love everyone
with joy,
I love someone
with truth
I love and love
exist...
I love the day,
love the night,
I love the weather
and its
against times ...
Love the life
that perceive,
I love the afterlife
I wonder why
I love the future ...
I love what I am,
I love what...Read More

That old mournful songs they'll for sure sing
as on pyre or in casket lies me cold; 
when my dwelling surcease and then I wing
to the afterlife where life true unfold.

In the jury's bosom will lie the truth:
whether I lived or...Read More

Leaving behind earthly existence,
My heartbeat will one day expire,
But, not to leave me silent,
In its absence will beat the phantom drum,
As I take up my seat in the Red Orchestra.
Each note a testimony to mortality,
An ode to temporarity, an anthem...Read More

I wonder if I chose the right man I think.
Then I laugh. For we have been together for fifty years.
And we no longer talk.
Unless we say the same thing at the same time

We laugh at exactly the same things
We can...Read More

Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
Homo sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,

perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one...Read More

Swoon Song
by Michael R. Burch

In this ordinary swoon
as I pass from life to death,
I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;
I feel no sympathy for breath.

Who I am and why I came,
I do not know; nor does it matter.
The...Read More

There is a nail scarred footprint on the back of Satan's neck
Although for a time and here for now he will make your life a wreck
But take great heart for the Christian as Paul eagerly foretold
His grace is sufficient for...Read More

Searching for Love must be the most exploited trail,
The theme of almost every song, play, fairy tale.
Love’s shining lodestar we relentlessly pursue,
Doubting repeatedly whether or not it’s true. 
The question “what is love” we don’t cease to inquire- 
Is there...Read More

Heart Muscle
I.	 (in Laments)
The heart is a muscle they say.  Well this muscle is tired when overused.  A muscle is comprised of many molecules.  The molecules weigh more than FAT.  The muscle when tired is weak....Read More

Martial epigram translations

You never wrote a poem,
yet criticize mine?
Stop abusing me or write something fine
of your own!
?Martial, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

He starts everything but finishes nothing;
thus I suspect there's no end to his stuffing.
?Martial, loose translation by Michael...Read More

                There was a day when everything
       broke down,
       structures collapsed ...
 ...Read More