Best Sickled Poems

CRISES IN THE DESERT


written in the effect of religious crisis in Nigeria


Our heart received the message
And tensions well-positioned themselves in the sky.
Heads sought refuge at army barracks;
A world of agony was about to loom


Who cursed that Friday noon?
When the serpent’s deceit erected citadel
Of hatred in...

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-Love left nothing to confess-
On two worn crutches
Our love wobbles in
See her heart how cold she trembles
Wheelchair romance lying unassembled

The problems came when nothing said
Comes home at night and lies in bed
Paranoia hates those wrong assumptions
Until the talking two
Became the talking at
In.mid air floats a...

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Trudging forth from benieth the depths.
                      My soul digs through my body, searching for the surface.
        ...

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The heart of the mountain burst into the endless sea
And here lies the ash in the salt we are washed
Black and white and the grey air between us

Since time first sounded the gunshot to the human race
Footsteps resounds through the smoke and gun powder 
Can...

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It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give up their verse
to comfort chicks they nurse,
while children dream weird...

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....And we knew that life was not our own ?
Kiss the sky her moon she waits; diamond formations
Pearly gates there is no verse to claim this dust: whence borne
Clarity, be visions his burnt ashes their macabre tis no phoenix rising
A theatrical tomb ? Ten thousand...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems IX

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school student and during my first two years of college.

Shock
by Michael R. Burch

It was early in the morning of the forming of my soul,
in the dawning of desire, with...

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Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.

Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To get their brides leap over the strand
The brunt hills in search of...

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Back when the sweet summer aromas tease the nose
And soulful beach breezes blow
A civic hurricane of hate grows

With the moon hanging sickled
Over the Eucalyptus leaves
Two hearts die and one soul divides
As the Champion no longer breathes

The news comes and then arrives
On the wings of the...

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Sturdy and firm it stands,
Against season and times,
Against the tide of climes,
In its ambience, there're no sinking sands.

Its strength is unrivalled,
It’s a mystery that is unravelled,
At its summit the eagles dear,
There’s no fear of the bear.

A refuge for the weary,
Away from the cold and dreary,
Dying...

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Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.

Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To get their brides leap over the strand
The brunt hills in search of...

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the steps i've been chasing get lost in the shadows
but my eyes are adjusting so i know where i won't go
i'm safe over here i'm just picking up the pieces
mother wait over there i'll be back in a moment.
No wait! I said wait! i'll be...

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It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give up their verse
to comfort chicks they nurse,
while children dream weird...

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If life was dream
Sculpted by death to trace
Within its bound a clarity
Undone by an impassioned heart.

Perhaps death too was a dream
Sculpted by life in fire
On a face sickled in time
To cut the dark night
With scimitar of a moon.

In a lost world
Where should we go?
Which door...

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Sheet whites billow into balloons
then thin to sickled moons; light
oozing out in an opaline Day-Glo…

Rich mist spreads, spraying wider
milk-bright swirls of a snowstorm…
Yetling wind turns into yeti, crazy!

Mountain’s giant sham
of eiders’ fluffy-soft; so 
newly hatched penguin,
deep-dives into ice-bird:
A hard-beaked miasma
yielding as diamond ply…

(12/22/2022 For Winter...

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