Best Gabled Poems

It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber,

with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was her house. 

And driving up to park outside it,

each time I went there, 

was like the beginning of a new...

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Snow continues toppling from darkling gray skies.
And by dusk, the flurries will bank on the ground.   
Landscapes painted by Nature's hand, the artist
    Hallmarks of winter ~

Embers turn to ash; darkness gives up the night.
Sunlight's shadows lengthen from pine and...

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River hugging banks
its current flowing, winding
through a bridge ahead.

Gabled bridge framework
breaks blue of sky, like woman
steals rainbow promise.

Rainbow chases sky
laughing at man’s ceaseless dreams
to find pots of gold....

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These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …



Will There Be Starlight
by Michael R. Burch 

Will there be starlight
tonight
while she gathers
damask
and lilac
and sweet-scented heathers?

And will she find flowers, 
or will she find thorns
guarding the petals
of roses unborn?...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from the ceiling pin. The pin was placed a long time...

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This doodling Yankee (boot noah dandy) 
doth newt lack chutzpah, 
tries to finagle Fitbit fitting figurative footwear, 
that ideally Fitzhugh 
like custom made glove snugly, 
terrifically, unequivocally matching, 
thence handily solving Finger hut issue, 
when or if arctic blasts cold 
doggedly enveloped Gaea, 

whence ...

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March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding hand of the supposed/purported
fairer gender, yet human race, yet hide
bound male oriented (patriarchal) must
relinquish reigns of power and egoistic pride!

Survival...

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The quiet heart departs rudimentary tasks, idle-fast in what it asks
   content as a former-charlatan, like leaf and bough,
   tree, root and earth, joined to wisdom at birth;
   it has learned to keep the tongue still 'til the mind...

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Whether a totally
tubular ordinary day, or...hmm...
perhaps at the
approach of yuletide,
one need not go

far and wide
across the webbed world
to experience being unified,
this quasi motto maxim of sorts
analogous to auld 

sanity clause trailguide
motivates me to 
seek if necessary
all the way to Telluride
to attempt Swiss-side

enlightenment with every stride,
thus...

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Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She has never heard of Faust, or Frost,
and she is unlikely...

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My neighborhood is decorated with festive lights,
Large inflatable santas, snowmen, and nativity scenes
Glittering plastic icicles drip from front porch eaves,
A wide-eyed Martian would wonder what it all means.
A Frosty the Snowman, as big as a Greyhound bus,
Is bobbing and weaving, to and fro, with dramatic...

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Near the cold, brackish waters, wretched with bogs 
where a gust of the sea wind, lifts the veil of the fog
a rider, approaches, through the branches of trees

As his steed has a thirst, having need for a rest, 
and paws at the earth with a...

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Reading diaries of different discussion blots is considered to be akin to perusing the top shelf of a historical library section. Each label once worn drops like stones sinking into the carpet and creases of streamed floorboards. Floorboards do float don't they? Have you not...

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endowing superlative creature comforts
reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies
beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows
ready to buzzfeed toe kin *****sapiens 
bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting 
learning basic survival skills
forced to rescind twenty first century trappings
shifting paradigm sans primacy 
pitting dishabille helpless...

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