Best Insulates Poems

Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.

Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost...

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The day’s hot-the wind like a convection oven
Blows hot air in our faces.
My cap and gown insulates me
Baking me like a potato wrapped in aluminum foil
I desperately fan myself and look around
My eyes search for my peers and see;
The bros that survived school with me;
The...

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State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that doesn't always recognize the artists or their work. 



Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your...

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A Lady Waits

The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes...

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HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of thine decree
tune thy hearts, minds, souls let agree,
sensed voiced symphonic...

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Out of my seven girlfriends
Six and a half are married
one is conscientiously married
to her inner, juxtaposed situation
the second is married to the innuendos
of a rat race,
sitting all day without a back rest
even on a gloomy dark clouds day
the third has chosen a man
to quench her...

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Free advice to those* who would be King from the THIRUK-KURAL with notes
[*like presidents and prime ministers of declining (falling or fallen) nations]

K381: padaikudi kuulamaiccu nadpuaran aarum
            yudaiyaan arasarul eeru

An army, people, wealth, a...

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Through the frosted window I watch the snow fall,
Falling so heavily amongst the street lights.
Faintly I feel the slow beat of your heart,
Beside me you sleep peacefully from the cool of the night.
As we lay there the snow insulates everything around us even further,
Especially any...

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This joke has worn thin, it’s a membrane of gauze 
which insulates feelings and never gives pause 
to express the frustrations, self hatred and fear 
of existence defined by lung-blood and beer. 
Each day is a nightmare, each night sheer hell 
when I can’t rid...

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It’s a place for affairs,
A gathering place
That for centuries has graced town squares.

The Market—it’s social,
Brimming with culture
In cities or towns, on mountains or coastal.

There—barter's real,
Through each offered pence
These gateways for shoppers and deals.

So imagine the awe,
When no sign points the way
A Town's Market—obscured and withdrawn?

Lost...

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Sonnets LXI-LXX

Erin
by Michael R. Burch

All that’s left of Ireland is her hair?
bright carrot?and her milkmaid-pallid skin,

her brilliant air of cavalier despair,
her train of children?some conceived in sin,

the others to avoid it. For nowhere
is evidence of thought. Devout, pale, thin,
gay, nonchalant, all radiance. So fair!

How can...

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A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart:
it insulates; 
it separates.

Insensitive the laughing throng 
regurgitates their song,
unknowing and uncaring,
blindly shoving me along.

A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart.

Copyright, 4/28/2014
Faye Gibson...

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I'd give anything today, 
Anything to feel that burning fiery love 
The kind that'll make any woman swoon, 
The kind that portals her straight to the moon 

I'd give anything today, 
Anything to feel that burning fiery love 
The kind that consumed Romeo and Juliet...

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You know it's true, a bed that's fresh can help you sleep at night! 
A metaphor, but so much more, tight ships embrace the dawn
Of coming day. They birth accord, help make day's prospects bright.
You wake refreshed and not enmeshed, life's problems more a yawn.

Clean...

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The fatness of your skin insulates
My still small voice infiltrate
To the depth of a thick soul
A mind never regenerated
In my new ways pronounce
And your way is thicket as you chose it
And trod not in ways ancient
Hence peace is vapor...

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