Best Chanticleer Poems

I am so very tired
I think you'll never know
How much of me I spend following
Chasing where you go

My thoughts wander to you
I construct a world...

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   Chanticleer has a big problem, clearly
   Now that so many folks work remotely
     He crows and...

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It began...


One day in a far off land where roamed the fearsome Chanticleer.  
There lived a mighty military man of rank, if not of...

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Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch

Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...

leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are...

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Eyes like fantastic moons that shiver in some stagnant lake
folded like a white rose-leaf
hair was golden as tints of sunrise
tongue is like a scarlet snake.

It...

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A pair of blue wings is hovering
against the inky black covering
within ‘Little Fox’ constellation
of Vulpecula designation,

portrayed with stipple sidereal
in Hubble image ethereal,
‘Hen two dash four...

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Sometimes we fail to see our faults
because of pride and haughty flaws
which tends to shut all friendship doors
even as chanticleer the bird recalls

A certain season...

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State of the Art (II)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What...

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Oh no, I can’t do it here!
     And my feathers are a mess!
Can’t a clucker have a little privacy?

I don’t know...

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Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?
The s p i n  I'm in
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

In Portraits to arabesques in Castles...

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The Making of a Poet
by Michael R. Burch

While I don’t consider “Poetry” to be my best poem—I wrote the first version in my teens—it’s a...

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MODERN SONNETS II

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less...

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Sonnets X-XVI


Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions....

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Matilda the peregrine Chanticleer
                     ...

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In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch

The earth is full of rhythms so precise
the octave of the crystal can produce
a trillion oscillations, yet not lose
a...

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