Best Half Formed Poems

To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to...

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Horrid, horrid thought;
Tiny Mother reaching forth,
Reaching always to enfold,
And in enfolding just to hold.

Crying from want…and need;
Crying from loss and deed.
What to do? What to...

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"You shall know the Truth, and the Truth
Shall make you free."


We wait for what will never happen;
the consequences of inaction
may overtake at any moment.
Vaguely felt...

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I can ride with galaxies out of sight
  explore the far edge of everywhere
  I can pause to walk at the speed of...

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It was now several years ago,
my chivalry yet half-formed, ablaze,
and wishing to melt all reason down,
for the mind shall bar the heart's fool ways.

I gazed...

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Sonnets XCVIII-CII

Willy Nilly
by Michael R. Burch

for the Demiurge aka Yahweh/Jehovah 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the...

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Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would...

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The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence...

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Each day many fall,

Them hardened furry balls.

And oh how they call

Perched on the coconut tree sturdy and tall



Nothing but ‘em coconuts on a dead-end street

With...

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Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like...

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I need to purge my blood of these shivers, smoke-filled bubbles burst in blood capillaries, an embolysym of you, an embolysym of truth. So much...

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Life like from a fish bowl, really!
Way ... encapsulated like above and behind, you know?
All those like gilded dado's of peachy-pink, gnarly puff, sweet aye?
All...

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Descending,
  I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
  Spluttering,
  I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
 ...

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Life from a fish bowl
encapsulated ..above and  
behind the gilded dado's of peachy pink
and flannel-gray of San Fran's
Victorian Ladies

Life wrapped with the ledges and...

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Into what wisp of cloud or clod did my poem flee?
Into what minuscular pinch of diaphanous, free-floating empyreal, stratospheric air did my figurative furled parchment...

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