Best Cumbrous Poems

I feel a butterfly inside;
its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
the barred' cage is flung aside
and airy wings lift toward the skies.

I...

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Written: June 26, 2023
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The morning's rising sun looms above the hills.
My breath catches in my throat and fulfills.
Warblers are an attractive bonus to the garden.
Their delicate melodies offer a lovely lyrical pardon. 

The oak vine is adorned with crimson clematis.
Its aromatic splendor is a sight that...

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In Memoriam of brave, lost souls during the First World War

Our insides churn, nostrils flare, with the pungent stench,
Order given to leave our sanctuary and trench.
Battle cry, whistle blown and up and over we go;
Standing together in advancement row by row.

We, doomed soldiers, marching onto...

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SONNET FOR WINDS OF CHANGE

Cross cirrus sky swift brush strokes paint mares' tails
Tree tops are in restless susurration,
While cumbrous clouds traverse in vapour trails
Mead grass is fanned in wild undulation

Lake face whipped to agitated motion
Plumes roughed, wildfowl voyage with discretion
Gulls in-land tell of wild storms...

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Another day spent  
in my throbbing head. 
This day, a tightening noose, 
a smothering sheath of  
white, sterile gauze 
once loose.  
Moments I dread 
are swirling around  
in my head. 
(I close my eyes and fly away.)
   
Minute by...

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SONNET FOR A WINDY DAY 

‘cross cirrus sky swift brush strokes paint mares' tails
O'er restless tree tops’ anxious susurration,
The cumbrous clouds traverse in vaporous trails
Below, grasses are fanned - wild undulation

Lake surface whipped to agitated motion
Wildfowl, plumes ruffled pilot with discretion
Gulls inland now tell angry...

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It comes as something of surprise.
We need the broken figurines.
the malice we expressed,
the heart forever bound in cords
constricting its magnificence.
It seems
the pure, transcendant, holy orb
that shines above the saints
cannot be dealt with quite so well
as grief and pain of loss,
as ashes on our foreheads, 
or...

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Whoever claimed sorrow be blue 
and crimson - rage would be 
are not aware the darkened hues 
that dwell inside of me 

Sad - I'd paint in shades of gray 
Ash scattered to the sea 
Brown my chosen cast for rage 
Deceitful eyes were these...

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Harbingers of Hollow 


In my habitual haunting hysteria
I digress to an abandoned area
Voids of dimming dissolving glow
The hermetic harbingers of hollow

Landscapes of secluded shadow
In cathedrals of cacophony grow
A salient soul spiritually spiraled
Within perpetual rags apparelled

My ambient apocalypse of night
Demons joy to my severed sight
Within my...

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I draw into the artificial womb
and travel from the day upon my breath 
until dimension fades, a silent shift
occurs, and there is no more self to pad
the absolute,  yet from the depth emerge
the wonders of an ambience that I
shall only know in full when...

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Tunneling deep into the eyes of one another
A channeling of a mutual respect and despotic hatred
High above nearly visible a clash between the two
Exploding in a power of light as the two blades clash
Blood dripping and falling to the ground far below
An exchange of life...

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Whoever claimed sorrow be blue 
and crimson - rage would be 
are not aware the darkened hues 
that dwell inside of me 

Sad - I'd paint in shades of gray 
Ash scattered to the sea 
Brown my chosen cast for rage 
Deceitful eyes were these...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 6: EVOLUTION

Singularity
by Michael R. Burch

Are scientists confounded like the ostrich?
Heads buried in the sand, they shout, *Preposterous!*
This universe, so magical, they say,
proves there’s no God. But let’s look anyway ...

He said, *Let there be Light*, and there was light.
Stumped scientists have scratched...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 4: BIRTH/EVOLUTION

Simultaneous Flight
by Michael R. Burch

*The number of possible connections [brain] cells can make exceeds the number of particles in the universe. — Gerald Edelman, 1972 Nobel Prize winner for physiology and medicine*

Mere accident of history—
how did a reptile learn to fly,
learn...

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