Best Linnets Poems

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly staring back at my 
Abject countenance with detached contempt and utter disdains.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And i start...

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Even in our winter season the soul of the coming year bursts through hard thick frost,
Even in high piles of purest white snow, buds grow for our future of the next summer,
Blow flowers stir and seeds my mind with flowers of the rarest beauty of...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch

Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands grey pearls
under moss-stubbled oaks, full of whispers, complaining
to the darkening autumn, how swiftly life goes—
as I fled before love ......

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Sonnets XLII-LI

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

Moonbeams on water?
the reflected light
of a halcyon star
now drowning in night...
So your memories are.

Footprints on beaches
now flooding with water;
the small, broken ribcage
of some primitive slaughter...
So near, yet so far.



A Surfeit of Light
by Michael R. Burch

There was always a surfeit of light...

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Today I heard an ancient song that took me by surprise,
A song that since creation had filled our country skies.
A song that has for centuries filled mans heart with joy,
A song that brought back memories of when I was a boy.

When I could wander over...

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MODERN SONNETS II

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.



In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch

The earth is full of rhythms so precise
the octave of the...

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A breast of rocks and woods with no song
Four hundred miles of pines that endure
And a path of chocolate sand with only hoof-prints.
Cherries are red but no one comes to pick them 
And grass here takes long to brown.
Shoving my boots, I walk through the...

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What can make us happy 

 Who is happy?
Let's see, one with a smile 
Or one with peace 
And let's say a one with money
               
The smile will fade 
With the...

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Whence love with unconfined Wings faith within my gates,
And my divine Peachy brings to whis at the grates whence 
I lie tangled In Her hair and fettered to Her Eye, the gods that wanton In the Air
Know no such liberty. whence flowing cups run swiftly...

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           you locked 
           up shadows
           in old chests
    ...

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Don’t be nervous,
Nor do you grieve,
Oh, Bard, soothe ,
In life’s destined gloom.
True, 
Callous have ages been,
To man and beast the same.
Often did he trample,
Many a mass massively.
 Leaving no marks 
Of compassion ,
Still, in papyrus 
Did he found
The last bliss .
Moods, thoughts, 
Passions and instincts
Had...

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Fountainhead
by Michael R. Burch 

I did not delight in love so much
as in a kiss like linnets' wings,
the flutterings of a pulse so soft
the heart remembers, as it sings:
to bathe there was its transport, brushed
by marble lips, or porcelain,—
one liquid kiss, one cool outburst
from pale...

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