Best Observance Poems

Observance
by Michael R. Burch

Here the hills are old and rolling
carefully in their old age;
on the horizon youthful mountains
bathe themselves in windblown fountains...

By dying leaves and falling raindrops,
I have traced time's starts and stops,
and I have known the years to pass
almost unnoticed, whispering through treetops...

For here...

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We fight this war as enemies
Yet if we threw away are weapons
We could be the best of friends
We would never know

We fight on impulse
With a fear of slaughter and pain
We came face to face
We did not speak
Only our fears fought  

I now stand above...

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This is our observed phenomenon report.
It appears the earth people have a strange sport.
They swing a wooden stick at a horsehide sphere.
When it goes over the fence, it’s “outta here”.
Move counterclockwise on a diamond-shaped field.
Numbers on the scoreboard, a “run” is the yield.
This is a...

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Observance

                                It is time for the crane to speak,
     ...

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In the evening as I reclined,
A screech owl came to my drowsy mind.
He sat upon a peeled elm limb,
And he looked at me, I looked at him.

As I enjoyed the coral sunset,
My owl sat in sepia silhouette.
Morning will bring his sleepy call,
And I'll rise with...

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Years flying by like the days of the week 
A blurring bullet train

Moments memories hardly time to cement
A record to fully retain

I understand that being mindful of
The nuance and play of the light

The aroma and sound of each unique event
Will serve to set this aright

In...

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Tasked to continue smooth function of cult compound 
Sixteen svelte helpers of mindless vibrant physiche
Hurl their determination found in daily frequency 
Milking cows, picking fruit, darning gowns

Draped swathes of cotton smother love worthy curves
Bunches clutched in fervent fists denote proactive 
Chores suppress boredom, hours fast...

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She knew how to live 

She had a ‘Ruthian’ spirit
That gave of her self
With a bit question
And discernment
But gave anyway

Her compassion
Controlled the pathway
She choose to travel

Her heart was always vulnerable
For she knew not
How to guard herself
From the possibilities
Of grace
Or the blessings
That poured from the heavens
To...

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