Best Ineluctably Poems

Pity Clarity
by Michael R. Burch

Pity Clarity,
and, if you should find her,
release her from the tangled webs
of dusty verse that bind her.

And as for Brevity,
once the soul of wit—
she feels the gravity
of ironic chains and massive rhetoric.

And Poetry,
before you may adore her,
must first be freed
from those...

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For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight of auburn hair
that fell across her face, the apricot
clean scent...

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Various Heresies 2

You
by Michael R. Burch

For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.

For thirty years You would not open to me;
You remained closed, hard and tense,
like a clenched fist.

For thirty years You...

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The First Valentine Poem

Charles d’Orleans (1394-1465) has been credited with writing the first Valentine poem for his wife in 1415. Charles wrote the first Valentine poem in the first year of his captivity while being held prisoner in the Tower of London. 

My Very Gentle...

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Father time legendarily and Omni potently 
 existentially linkedin, binding cradle to grave 
since advent of *****sapiens, the whiffed bald credo 
 an employee most adhere ta have 
and keep source of income, subtly graduated punctuality 
   necessary benefit extant. 

 ...

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Umbrella

When, picking up from where it left off last, 
the gales begin to  blast the good rudders, 
anchors or anything that  underpins 
a muslin day  or when,  ineluctably
caught up in the  searing frenzy  of  
earthly  pangs shaking...

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First they came for the Muslims

after Martin Niemoller

First they came for the Muslims
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Muslim.

Then they came for the homosexuals
and I did not speak out
because I was not a homosexual.

Then they came for the feminists
and I did...

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Robert Frost...A Reflection

No matter corporeal essence
     of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
     five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
     omnipresence suffuses anew

mine gnarly feeble exegesis
     denounce-able,...

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Sweet Just the Way I Like It

you're a genius she moaned
there can only be so much money in circulation
he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus
the moon arose sharp as a razor
and they set about creating a dynasty
a master race of thumb sucking idiots
that arose from the...

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Poems about Mothers


Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more than "all."
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at...

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Wonderland
by Michael R. Burch
 
We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test
the beatific anthems of the blessed,
the sentence of the martyr, and the pen’s
sincere religion. Magnified, the lens
shot back absurd reflections of each face:
a carnival-like mirror. In the space
between the silver backing and...

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If brevity‘s the soul of wit, why then
All life on Earth is well and truly droll.
We hardly comprehend it all, just when
Too soon, we find ourselves before the goal.  

At first our ignorance may keep us safe,
Distracted from the truth that all is brief,
Without...

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Autumnal hint faintly tinges air 
finding this mortal 
     bewitched by blare 
ring refulgent radiance, 

      which quiets viz cheer
ring, harkening murmuring analogous,
     when Holiday carolers 
     happily,...

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If I were immortal,
             What would life look like to me?
                  Would I be at peace...

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October 7th, 2022 upon second anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride or prejudice
no matter (even with marginal persuasion) 
wit and wisdom of Jane Austen ill mixes
with what emotional state my poem fixes.

Father long since journeyed
into...

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