Best Enameled Poems

A sweet deep voice resonates across the empty air landing affection
Caresses the chin forming shapes off ladybugs melodies glide and swirl 
Guiding soul heart ablaze inside each melody note I hide love supreme
Released in cosmic fireworks in the air we share mystical pearl juice honey

Under the cascading gems...

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There is a sense of trespass 
on this frost enameled morning
as I leave my footprints graffitied
across the white grass,
sending the noise of every step 
to crunch my presence 
into a wide, frozen silence.

I stop, marooned in the middle
of a crystalline surround 
that seems so brittle...

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The flight had been long
as the jet soared through night.
My neighbors were lifelessly still,
weary for sleep, the night would fulfill,
and morning would graciously greet.

High up in space, I silently watch
as the sky passes from the deep.
Moving at its pace, much lighter still,
the sun, birthing change...

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The show was over

                                     The clown face ran out

...

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Atop a walnut table with ebonised legs 
Sat a Victorian brooch, white and red. 
She wore diamonds and rubies brilliant and bright,
That sparkled within all sources of light.
Bejeweled little butterfly trimmed in gold,
A wonder you are for the eye to behold.
"Am I not beautiful?" inquired...

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Generative Persistence

Give it a name; “generative presence”, “persistence” 
Emergent with life, feeling and a pulse
Send it on its way while clinging to the egg
Enable it from a distance to become of use
Keep yourself in a suggestive cocoon
State of fixation, enameled in stasis
Embedded in concrete reality...

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EFFUSED ENCOUNTER


Neither a dream nor a trick, I beguiled--
I reach the sky enameled with golden smile.
To hurdle bumps and curves, I continue to pedal
this steadfast being yearn to step on a pedestal,
I found at the center of a fertile square mile.

Train piercing thorns didn't blind...

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Love's Symphonic Passion
                                by Odin Roark

Shimmering whispers urge forth,
A beginning seeks release from darkness,
The...

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Something about January
Broods my blood to slush.
A new year's unknowns
Hearkens hope to hush.

It's a dark visage that stuns,
Heritage of Januarys past.
Death calls my loved ones
With winter's harshest blast.

It seems we're trying to cope
By saying "Happy New Year!"
Yet one must toast the hope
That a wish can...

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Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.

Mine must be art-official?zenlike Art?
a disembodied, white-enameled grin
of Cheshire manufacture. Part by part,
the human smile...

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All by myself, alone, I softly chant your name,
Own up for our defunct weeping bond and I take the blame.
It was our love very pure and not lusty lure,
Unsure, kaput and insecure I thirstily quest for love’s cure……

Cannot truly imagine that I let you go,...

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The Lord is Poetry
He is Poetry to Me
In a enameled and
Amazing way,
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He is the voice of Eternity 
He is here to-day
      ------
He come's here to-day'
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in the valley of stone icons and swing sets
  concrete angels with brightly enameled orange
 ribcages crash violently into one another.

They leave cracked cement with crawling
 octopus monikers throughout the dirt lines.

stretching always stretching out further.

 difficult, strange dandelions with austere stern continence's 
remain...

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LOVE POEMS I by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, a first date and dating, a first crush, a first girlfriend and sweetheart, marriage, a significant other, and an old flame. 



Sappho,...

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The walls resonate
like the inside of a brass bell.
Footfalls act as the clapper bouncing sound
like a ping pong ball from wall to wall.
The antique oriental rug with its dragon vase
had long left, the black enameled troche
no longer lit the floor in puddles of orange light.

Hollowed...

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