Best Nighttimes Poems

chill breath
of dawn lights
upon my window-pane-
nighttimes promises
freeze into crystal


NOTE:Essentially a tanka in English is a 3 line hiku(SHOW)& a 2 line couplet (TELL) comment...

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Closing my thoughts to clear my mind; sight....

Floating through a souls time, unto tranquilities breeze

Gently, that I may find, somehow such treasures

The beauty, within all of life ~

Pleasant these things; these paintings dreams....

Leaving the world behind, to embrace "This Light"

Melting inside pristines, immaculate love so...

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Graceful flamingo flocks prance into spring,
And trees budding green host hordes on a wing.

In pine trees, squirrels scamper to sunshine,
And dragonflies and blooms grace the tree line.

Crickets chirp whole summer nighttimes away,
Then vast herds of elk run all through midday.

Butterfly bliss means pink mass migrations,
While...

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Morning time...waking with sweets in my mouth
cinnamon carameltmarshmellowed out
breakfast cereal Sugar Dynamite
secret prize inside,bestows x-ray sight

Sugar shock,tooth rot,'60s psycotropic lollipops
an infinite selection @ Treat's Sweetshop
its addictive candy flavors
improves moods and bad behavior
beware of its dangers
sugar rush overdose and hypereality at most

Peanutbrittle,jawbreakers,misfortune cookie riddles
limesours with saccarine...

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Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch

Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...

leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are unable to know

that once intrigued us so.

Come then, let us quickly repent
of whatever truths we’d once determined to learn:
for whatever...

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Advents diffusion crossing the nighttimes

Eclectically assembled sky....

Paragons cardinal moment amid this

The Masterstrokes ~

Brushing such as these, millennial stars!?

Daeothisis, turning gently pensives kaleidoscope in

Jurisdictions palette of hand....

Sine qua nons, plus quam perfectums

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Didactic, school of art ~...

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The back door....

Around one thirty amid the Octobers early morn

A beautiful young lady dressed in sheer black

Pomegranate lips with the deepest of dark alluring eyes

Long flowing ebony silkened hair; radiant

An hour-glass figure of ivories white smooth skin

Adorned within silver, gold, onyx and turquoise jewelry

She, the...

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State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W.  B.  Yeats

For all that we professed of love, we...

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Let me tell you a story, a story of woe:
a tale of a pup who got lost in the snow.
Daughter Laura, our eldest, came up to see us,
drove home in a Jeep (to rhyme, insert Prius).
She and her niece, my granddaughter Marion,
had come packing heat;...

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The midnight sun belongs to Alaska
where children play and parents
lose all sense of time until fatigue
reminds them it it is time for shut eye
as they call it a night where dusk is
is a golden hue of stubborn phenomenon.

The midnight sun belongs to Alaska
where companies of...

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Once more the dark succumbs to light
as dawn reveals its power,
again returning Mankind’s sight
as all arise from darkness hour.

This daily conquest of Earth’s veil
revives the land at nighttimes’ cost
as dark submits, once more to fail,
and sinks below horizons lost.

But every dog must have its day
and...

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on the wind
a bell tolls
memories surface
words unerased-
the image fades

with a tremor of light-
daybreak tinges
the nigrescent sky grey-
the horizon appears
distinct in my mind's eye

without-
the waning sun
warms my face
shalom cloaks
the wells within

hanging from the trees
winter fog welcomes the dawn
and obscures the light--
cobwebs shimmer
necklaced to the hedge

huddled together
from...

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I do not hear the words, far too busy in my ears
laying golden tracks of forceful movement 
They carry me away, away. always to away.
Stretch horizon, many ones and zeros, far away.
Starlit destination on that noblest of hill.
Girls and ladies youthful arms, all reaching for...

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Daylight with,
its gifts so bright,
brings clarity
to my mind.

Nights darkened caress,
with moonlit breast,
is a
catalyst
igniting dream-fires.

Daylight sings
of lovely things;
sights and senses,
are entrancing delights.

Nighttimes chorals,
singing florals
to sleep by,
firefly
nightlights.

Daydreams bring 
invented schemes,
to my wandering
mind.

Night dreams
stream,
dancing swing,
to music of the night.

All-in-all,
the day and night,
duality’s balance brings.
The yin/yang
of life’s tang’s
a joyous...

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The ghosts of fear are nesting
glaring clouds that are driven
A procession of baying donkeys
The ponds reflection loudly decries
as gulls shriek for attention

Nighttimes plumage banishes bluish
A torrent of rain flatters
the receiving river
painted by the sunshine
in the days of gold...

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