Best Filigreed Poems

A visitor—
icicle fingers
tapping on my windows' pain—
white blanket in tow

Hurting enough, I paid him no mind
so he kept tap, tap, tapping
‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared:
a final, gentle tap
shatters my windows
My rainbow world
now smothered, pallid,
forced into boredom and slumber,
sunlight chased away

and I am never the same again…

Soul...

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Being Your Eyes for Swell 2007
Swell: Currumbin Sculpture Festival
 
For Fred
Picture us arm in arm, strolling,
the crunch of sand underfoot,
the scent of sea air, the touch of sea wind
on our skin, again on the beach at Currumbin.
 
Your eyes are failing now
yet, with my words...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is in the despairing skies;
each hut shuts its bright bewildered eyes.
The wind sighs

and my heart sighs with her:
my only companion, O...

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October Kiss

Mother Nature’s Art Gallery Exhibit


Blue October skies, fall and autumn days

Gaze and jump into the maze of crescendo colours

Flickering in a blaze show of filigreed leaves,


 Mother Nature’s art gallery exhibit


Blends of orange, green, and red watercolor tapestries

of bedding plants, emerald green grass

Nature’s light...

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A porcelain bowl upon the table
waits, in colored beauty,
as a stomach sits to gnaw
upon its filigreed edge,
where an artist once painted
pastel fruit, so delectably.

Emerald vines,
sweeping across delicate expanse,
textured in their stillness,
inviting one's imagination
to simply taste.

But what good is such vision,
when it fills naught but eyes
and...

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Sing this song of immortality 
This rhythm of life lived in neuro fire
Feel the tone of deep oscillations
Taste the song on tongues divided!

The rise of empire 
The building of the divine 
The godhood of man at the base of creation 
Crucified on crosses of iron,...

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Your flame melts tears into the pool of wax
that remains in the filigreed dish that was your life,
growing ever dimmer as I gaze into your aged eyes,
those familiar eyes, the brilliant blue, graying
where time yet lurks as discarded shades of youth.

Lying lost in eternal abandon,...

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September brings cheers, Mother Nature’s woven tapestry of earth tone colours   and first day of school of learning new things.   By_Poet

Warm, cornflower blue September skies, 
Chase away end of summer 
Escorting in the beginning of 
Unruffled, cool, wet, autumn 
Shortening the...

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I took a stroll through the woods like I do every Fall;
it's a sensual treat at this time of the year.
And I came across a grove of ancient oak trees,
shedding amber, yellow, and golden leaves;
gilding the ground like scattered nuggets of gold.

The air smelt of...

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Strong, like kingdom walls,
stacks of sandbags, swamps of quicksand,
or barricades of filigreed barbed wire.
It holds me inside.

I can see myself in eleven years.
Perched on sterile metal instead of 
mountains of handmade quilts,
or nests of woven moss.

It will have turned love-making and child-bearing
from an art to...

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Lost like unused syllables in unrhyming words
petals of frilled sorrow drip to the earth from weeping trees, 
crying each filigreed petal slowly, one by one, 
in cascades of gentle tears to their tender rest,
shaping billowing beds of brightly colored pillows,
until soft breaths of evening breeze...

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a bar door is ajar, only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon. 

Broken, floating, bloated 
dead down eons halls
a last of white. 

Crimson taillights roar along 
an empty blacktop...

Ruins of ages-lost buildings hang together
like frozen corpses...

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Alpha Bet Cap Cha

Just twenty six letters of the english language to whit
twisted in various & sundry combinations pit
this bull dog of a canonical wordsmith with true grit
to craft bone a fide filigreed grammatical parts of speech fit
together against their verbose will
   akin...

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Autumn's stillness of scarlet and gold dawn
Burst open and wanders upon the lawn.
A graceful butterfly flutters alone
In the garden's foliage and fruit grown,
Under a spreading tree's playful leaves blown.
A special secret the garden does own.
A fairy in a world of magic fed.
Braided crimson pansies crown...

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Kneeling 

as the curtains of time
slipped to drift 
in the river of days, 
my eyes sighed tears 
and my heart 
cupped to capture 
its communion

praying 

as the folds of hours 
enveloped and draped 
to pool, over hands 
in humilities hold, 
as each whisper 
travelled mere...

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