Best Dishevel Poems

Stuck under the mango tree where you dumped me
I fret, fret, fret, fret and fret
Wondering why you disfigured my peace with glee
When happiness for you...

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The Maltese Moon,
she draws my eyes
to shapely orb
in starlit sky
she smiles at me
with wanton grace
and spills desire
upon my face
I'm all awash
in milky glow
sacred secrets
Mine to...

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Falling for her was like summer rain,
First drizzle, then hurricane;
With thunders, with lightning, heavy and fast,
Meant to dishevel, but never to last.

Being with her was...

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The gaze of your serpent eyes the appealing of sneaky smiles.
The nectar of rosy lips the touch of your healing hands,
The chic in your stroll...

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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.



Autumn...

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Well! Believe the pathetic liars! 
Or listen to the stylish scoundrel—
Whose speech’s so harmonious
And Ah! Tone as wine!

Leave your long braid dance
As the charmer’s snake,
Or...

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Today I accomplished after a sustained effort
I wanted to set my mind free of all its dirt
I got rid of all,  that's redundant
The baggage...

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Through pristine glass observed
autumnal leaves a scatter
the litter of the season
to dishevel and clutter up the garden

Sweep the crumbs away
lay polish to the smudged and...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch



Smoke
by Michael R. Burch

The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts...

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Beauty beheld by a devil 
Would fury and lust incite
Taunting him to revel 
At things lovely and bright 
And only annoy and dishevel
The beast like...

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Up Sleeve of Trump

Feel sorry for Trump but by him am annoyed
Really think that the poor guy is psychzoid
And at the same time has become...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VII

These are early poems I wrote as a boy and as a teenager.

The Leveler
by Michael R. Burch

The nature of Nature
is bitter survival
from...

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Swathes of house strewn hills bathe in after storm sunlight brave
Shocks heavy clouds, knocks gloom away, spotlight locks
Bay's grey sparkle, renewed day brightens, strollers stay
Proud...

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DISARRAY

Did I ever say that inside my eye;
That I’m not feeling well no not at all;
Behind my mind I see swirling colors flowing
Floating projectiles of...

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The Leveler
by Michael R. Burch

The nature of Nature
is bitter survival
from Winter’s bleak fury
till Spring’s brief revival.

The weak implore Fate;
bold men ravish, dishevel her . ....

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