Moon Aubade Poems

Plantin' the Garlic and the Potatoes
I can only Hope in the Heirloom Tomatoes

The Daisies push up well past the Day
With Evan Porter sleepin' outside in...

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snuggled up to the gentle fire
under the moon and stars 
he rests his head
and nestles into
a long lingering
swig of whiskey 
that drifts his mind
on the...

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Wake me up in the dead of the night
When the living are slumbering
And the entities mustering
For it feels so wrong
To be vulnerable and naive.

I’ll be...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here. There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

— Lord Byron


Morning love...

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Insurrection
by Michael R. Burch

She has become as the night—listening
for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with...

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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the...

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These Hallowed Halls
by Michael R. Burch

I

A final stereo fades into silence
and now there is seldom a murmur
to trouble the slumber
of these ancient halls.

I stand by...

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Come in from the byre, Mag Hand
Sit you down there firnenst the coatstand, 
But first light the fire and
Throw on the dinner Mag Hand
Lave the...

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each of us is naked inside our clothes left as a tender rose as you suppose
an untimely gift so you get my drift in a...

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The gush

    The moon is full not completely round
but elongated and so near I can almost touch it.
A pity the moon only...

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(A village in the Khasi hills)

Sickly pine trees in tiny clusters
On balding hillocks with grey grass
Fighting harsh battle for survival
Against bronchial suffocation
Of dust storms stirred...

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Nocturnum 
We lie beneath the slowly waning moon, 
Her sharp shape emerging like a fine fang, 
Metamorphosed from the bright afternoon
And now -- upon a...

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Saying wind is saying the sky.
You are now my happiness and reason.
But you,now mine,is only concerned about me.
Do not hurt me,let's give some punishment.

Saying moonlight...

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Ten times a fish cake can be as explosive as an atomic earwig playing with a red hot poker. But a reclusive sea horse often...

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