Best Envenomed Poems

Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!

Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor.

Waiting for the light in the window 
Dark vision comes down into my eyes...

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Salvation of a Formalist, an Ode to Entropy
by Michael R. Burch

Entropy?
God's universal decree
That I get to be
Disorderly?
Suddenly
My erstwhile boxed-in verse is free?
Wheeeeee!



Eternal Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within? 
How can the ocean not be blue,...

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Sonnets XLII-LI

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

Moonbeams on water?
the reflected light
of a halcyon star
now drowning in night...
So your memories are.

Footprints on beaches
now flooding with water;
the small, broken ribcage
of some primitive slaughter...
So near, yet so far.



A Surfeit of Light
by Michael R. Burch

There was always a surfeit of light...

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there are calamity of swam of locusts
there all are attacked by the virus
coronavirus is attacking the inside living cell of organism

Oh! about this I'm true illiterate

poisonous airing, envenomed environment
make the procession of dead
though chemical-atomic experiment
pacifies the hypocrite imperialist

now-a-days every fierce (so called natural) disaster,
every dangerous...

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Songstress
by Michael R. Burch
 
for Nadia Anjuman
 
Within its starkwhite ribcage, how the heart
must flutter wildly, O, and always sing
against the pressing darkness: all it knows
until at last it feels the numbing sting
of death. Then life's brief vision swiftly passes,
imposing night on one who clearly...

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Mine ne'er to be, yet mine always; 
Laura, spirit of dawn. Darkest night 
Cannot hide thee nor obscure thy rays. 
Though Black Death hath by his temporal right 
Claimed thee, dost thou, my love , indwell this heart. 
Though Charon's hammer this clay vessel break,...

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Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds (III)



Songstress
by Michael R. Burch

Within its starkwhite ribcage, how the heart
must flutter wildly, O, and always sing
against the pressing darkness: all it knows
until at last it feels the numbing sting
of death. Then life's brief vision swiftly passes,
imposing night on one...

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My gorge rises, my blood boils.
Exasperated I bite my envenomed tongue.
Incensed I spout mad words
that have no meaning
defending my attitude,
maintain my poise.
I bait, fret and nag,
like a tantalizing volcano
that has yet to decide
whether to erupt or not.
Don't answer me back,
Twill only fan the flames
of my...

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Nothing is perfect and pure

and nothing is good and clear

Everything awaits your arrival

and everything in this earth has to be changed

From the love of mother to wife’s affection

everything is envenomed

 

Dedication and thoughts of sacrifice

are things of the past,

some good things may...

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An outburst
Wishing one the worst,
In malice, very rich:
A virgin becomes a !
Of envenomed spite
In no way light,
Recipients to weep a river of salty tears
And at intervals nurse uncanny fears…
“Another isn’t going to meet a smiling tomorrow
And in abject misery wallow;
In ruinous disease waste.
And a gruesome...

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