Best Mere(A) Poems

Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
 
To you, I say, in subtle north
Go tell him how my heart did bleed
When he...

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the pulse of night i fear it not today
it comes to me in silent beats that fade
a claim it stakes upon a heart of staid
in rhythmic strikes of somber time to splay
i clasp my hands on bend of knee and pray
to walk away from death's...

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When I breathe and beat you know my nerve,
Whether am in trouble or in twisty curve,
Alpha to infinity you knows my pain,
Alas! All my endeavors yet null and vain,
Oh my Lord forgive my err and sin,
Am not more than petite thumb pin,
 
I am not...

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Baby you keep looking at me through your specs
When I am busy doing something else
When I come to say you Hi
your eyes  look at the beautiful sky
you bring a smile on my face

I hear you fighting with girls
I smell somebody is jealous
Then I come...

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Il pleure dans mon coeur (“It rains in my heart”)
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It rains in my heart
As it rains on the town;
Heavy languor and dark
Drenches my heart.

Oh, the sweet-sounding rain
Cleansing pavements and roofs!
For my listless heart's pain
The pure song of the...

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Once a man, an elderly 
Was in the sunshine begging
His face was dim and dry to see
Unshaven, unappealing
And as I stared he came to me. 

Trembling hands reached out to me
As I stood there observing
But I did not feel pity, see,
His ugliness emanating
I wished to,...

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"Oh The Potter's-Rage" two-tone Frogs--frilly, innocent just Like-them two
Faced; Chuckling little-Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-they'resome what--Arbor; though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out along-a-part them; like them there those-three-Mooring-up a little-bit bit more, 
grazing every-way each which way-the...

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Oh The Potter's-Rage, two-tone frogs frilly, innocent just-Like; them two-
Faced little-Chuckling Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-out" they're some-what 
Arbor though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-
whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out 
along-a-part them; like them there those-three-Mooring-up a little-bit bit more, 
grazing every-way...

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Decided...
 
Scene 1 (years earlier)

Years of indecision 
Ended in an instant 
My life in third revision 
Starting in the present 

Touching everything I've owned 
Importing their very essence 
Of each and every feeling they borne 
History rearing it's very presents 

Boxed and placed on an...

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Spleen
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The roses were so very red;
The ivy, impossibly black.

Dear, with a mere a turn of your head,
My despair’s flooded back!

The sky was too gentle, too blue;
The sea, far too windswept and green.

Yet I always imagined?or knew?
I’d again feel...

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Here you lie
On a base
An eternity on 
a pillow case

The bringer of joy
and love to all
The start of a holiday 
In love we shall fall

How did you become the man
known as Valentine
Start a holiday
That would spur 
quite a time

A mere a skull 
stuck in a...

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Crestfallen I looked up to the pervaded sky over my head
	Billion of stars perceptible swapped over with glee in vivid.

	I pierced through my vision the playful blinking stars.
	Discovered the Billionth one far-flung at quiet corner.

	Enquired him the reason of his consternation
	Heave of shy, fading one...

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Myself
      
                        Me! Mere a lady not fairy
         ...

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Should I, mere a rabbit of sand, shiny hair,
sport a shock of fur mired in clay,
they from gofer mounds, propped on to peer, would sound warning
through the sun glades and sleep grotto shades.

“A pall fellow lights whereupon we here graze.
See ye lithely to him yield...

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An open heart of wonder
an equal part of sorrow
if given life upon breathing
then life is worth living

as today follows through to tomorrow.
sadness will wake this holds true
and everything you dream of
lie but a heartbreak away

if given a chance 
do dare  take it
choices pose two...

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