baring my tired soul
through shared innocent thoughts....
spoken or written
you have walked upon them as
pearls before a herd of swine
This is personal/not any one online.
time grows thin
each moment precious
the blunt truth is
I do imagine
life without you
lonely as it might be
idle wanderings
without a compass
I’d long to find you
hear your voice
to feel you near
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on November 19, 2021 for SOUL contest sponsored by ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI - Honorable Mention
Deception comes richly,
new lies in its purse
Old wolves on the mountaintop
—Gideon’s curse
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Are You the Thief
by Michael R. Burch
When I touch you now,
O sweet lover,
full of fire,
melting like ice
in my embrace,
when I part the delicate white lace,
baring pale flesh,
and your face
is so close
that I breathe your breath
and your hair surrounds me like a wreath ...
tell me now,
O sweet, sweet lover,
in good faith:
are you the thief
who has stolen my heart?
Originally published as “Baring Pale Flesh” by Poetic License/Monumental Moments
Hillary Had Been Baring Pain
Hillary had been baring so much strain;
Did not criticize, condemn or complain;
Is one of few,
Wish you knew;
Like loser Trump was never a big pain.
Jim Horn
What Happened and Dear Madam President
are great reflections of the lives of women.
Amazing what all of them have to endure.
The words I write
bare my soul
My thoughts take flight
My mind unfolds
I have no fear of being judged
No worries of how you take my words,
reputation being smudged
I feel as free as a bird
The rush is worth way more than gold
The feeling of freedom rushes in
It's like stepping out of my clothes
The cool air on my bare skin
Naked is the word that comes to mind
Goose bumps rise upon my skin
Of modesty there is no sign
Oh yeah she's naked again!!
Fighting with myself in the
battles of my mind baring
light flying sparks breaking
free from these mental
prison bars it takes a lot to
discover who we truly are
with all the voices in the
dark trying to lead us
astray praying to God that
he shows us the right
pathway the sweet
blessings of a new day is
what keeps me wanting to
stay and finish off what we
started the old me is long
gone and departed I'm a
Father on a mission I see
through eyes of reason no
mental collisions born to
create legions of warriors
to defend the once brave
the broken and the fallen
people of to day to them I
state let yourselves be
great for if Greatness is
believed Greatness shall be
achieved new goals and
aspirations conceived its
now time we fulfill our
destinies. Baring light to
see the truth amongst all
the lies I find myself
questioning as to why we
still try fighting the wars
within our minds fear in
disguise the reason for our
spiritual demise with all
this pain inside I just cry
Baring Light.
I am old but still baring.
I have had alot of children through the years...
but their all gone now.
Now I'm all alone.
I know I will have more one day.
I stand here and wait for that special day.
Now it's time for me to bare my children.
I can feel them growing from inside then spring out.
All my leaves because I am a tree.
Halfway through the grave lines
Of a flowing sonnet
A cherry verse fastened to the rhyming boughs
Of mine rhythmic apricot, muse
Each rhyme held its own beauty,
As the stormy poet within--
Seized all, began ~ writing furiously
Regarding, life, death and cantos of love…
Baring all or perhaps nothing at all
Loosing all or perhaps nothing at all…
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