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Princess Diana Poems
PRINCESS DIANA POEMS

Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana
by Michael R. Burch

Fairest Diana, princess of dreams,
born to be loved and yet distant and lone,
why did you linger?so solemn, so lovely?
an orchid ablaze in a crevice of stone?

Was not your heart meant for tenderest passions?
Surely your...

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Categories: aery, angel, beautiful, beauty, england,
Form: Epitaph
Glory To Thermodynamics In General
Glory to thermodynamics in general...

and generation of heat in particular
cuz yours truly 
spoiled with trappings 
of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine 
to dwell in a self sufficient domicile,
where thrum of the central heater...
automatically activated 
upon advent of twilight,
or self adjusted/regulated 
based on outside temperature 
since...

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Categories: aery, adventure, appreciation, april, community,
Form: Rhyme
Struggle To Write
prosaic prologues bewitch 
   feeble minded scribe doth undertakes 
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone 
   for goodness sake

echoing across, 
   a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows, 
   clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment...

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Categories: aery, assonance, autumn, creation, inspirational,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Dream of Infinity
Dream of Infinity
by Michael R. Burch

Have you tasted the bitterness of tears of despair?
Have you watched the sun sink through such pale, balmless air
that your soul sought its shell like a crab on a beach,
then scuttled inside to be safe, out of reach?

Might I lift...

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Categories: aery, confusion, depression, dream, farewell,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Outer Space
It's freaking cold in outer space, minus 458 degrees
Where does it begin, just 62 miles before hitting deep freeze
Most space is empty
A vacuum quite aery
Mainly hydrogen, helium and some helmeted fleas...

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Categories: aery, space,
Form: Limerick
Stadacona: An Ode To Quebec City
Stadacona
An ode to Quebec City

1

On the green bank of a mighty stream - 
A lofty aerie - a fair city beam
With stately air a queen, she stands - 
A gem - over these most forest lands.
An old city (first in Canada)
Formerly humble Stadacona.

2

Hardy Champlain, of...

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Categories: aery, adventure, city, courage, devotion,
Form: Ballade



Family Poems
Family Poems

Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more than "all."
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all,...

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Categories: aery, child, childhood, family, father,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Holographic Pieces Make Depressions Hole
Holographic
Pieces make

Up, what become pieces of ourselves,
that run in circles, like little elves,

playing with bits and pieces of others
as we incorporate parts- be they brothers

our sisters, our fathers our mothers
aunts and uncles - that in some cases smothers

the identity, the puzzle making up our psychic...

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Categories: aery, men,
Form: Rhyme
Presidential Inauguration 2017 - Poetic Screed - Part1
Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux eruditely generative, 
   and heartily galls
toward this introspective...

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Categories: aery, anger, angst, evil, humanity,
Form:
Beckoning
Beckoning
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Yesterday the wind whispered my name
while the blazing locks
of her rampant mane
lay heavy on mine.
And yesterday
I saw the way
the wind caressed tall pines
in forests laced by glinting streams
and thick with tangled vines.
And though she reached
for me in her sleep,
the touch...

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Categories: aery, anxiety, break up, change,
Form: Verse
Braggadocio Haint the Style of This Whelk Hooked Sluggish Autodidact
Nay, despite failing to make the grade,
     this bluesy well red, duff mute 
     average white band hit,
     hard knock school alumnus
jack of all trades master of none bumped along

   ...

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Categories: aery, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Another Day Another Accursed Blank Screen
Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen

Ma wink'n and blink'n
     mind nod yet awake,
     nor insights keen,
asper ho hum usual, this
     (day-glo bull leave
     me you) after noon,
   ...

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Categories: aery, 11th grade, art, dream,
Form: Lyric
Ah Such a Great Night
Ah Such A Great Night... 
To Fish In The Cyber Sea

Always does this generic guy abhor
inflicting pain and suffering,
     hence I haint n'er fished before,
and even metaphorically
     referencing piscine creatures
     (strictly as prosaic...

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Categories: aery, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Lyric
Flowers and Clouds
May be the silky shivers you love
The hairy warmness you wish so close
The golden hue from our overflowing cup 
Get reduced to dew on a rose

The petals you deeply smell today 
The current of air you love in the quay
Holding the boat in intense sway
Tomorrow...

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Categories: aery, allusion, beauty, blue, boat,
Form: Quatrain
The Bane of Restless Leg Syndrome Kicks Back
Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,

yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully did decry
unconsciously kicking,

thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching
downing aforementioned medication
found me awry
beseeching...

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Categories: aery, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry