Best Stubbled Poems

A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted snow;
Across the matted undergrowth
A bronzed carpet of copper coloured
Leaves
Whose rusting hue, 
Momentarily ignited by stray 
Sunbeams weakly smouldering,
Briefly refurbished -
Deceives...

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Posting early on a dozing suburban 
hill
Mays warming morning rises and 
Gently wakes.
The dewy hares move through the
Earthy till,
Small dry twigs the nesting pigeons
take.

Blue-high sky clear as an Ocean
Layers the heat upon red brick 
streets;
Roads built over stubbled tracts
Deeply rutted from the ploughs
devotion,
Where once great...

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A storm blew in when I peered into those dark eyes
Fearing lightning would strike in bolts of midnight fire
Wanting his touch, though it might lead to my demise
Then full lips swept over mine, igniting desire

Thunder roared in my head with each deepening kiss
I heard it...

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I smile at you but you can't see
My back is resting 'gainst your chest
Without this harness I'm so free
Your back's my favourite place to rest

You hold me up in your strong grip
My afro hair's tickling your face
I giggle when you sneeze, and slip
A kiss on...

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Feeling Whole

Here I lay, my head 
upon your chest 
Not long ago we 
gave each our best 

Head rides with 
every fall and rise 
Escapes from my lips 
a few soft sighs 

Feel the steady thumping 
of your heart 
From this place I wish 
to...

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My Iphone softly played Reveille as my 4:30 morning alarm.  Without opening my eyes, I found the phone in the dark and tapped off the alarm.

I gradually worked my way out of the guest bedroom bed where I have been sleeping the past few...

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A poem should be a candle
that brings human feelings to light;
moving like a stubbled shadow
across the face of tomorrow.

And its rhythm should be inviting,
soliciting raw emotions
from within the depths of your soul;
where both Angels and Demons dwell.

Its language should be conversant,
conveying the writer's message
in a...

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Warning - Mature.

Sweet night, a blanket made from scented space - holds this would-be poet in its arms.

Tightly - yet with care.  Caring - yet with passion.  Smiles her heart.  Trembles her dreams.  Hides them silverine in moments indescribable.  Night...

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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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Just 30 little days in which to turn around
A whole new season, new school year
The cooled breeze scented with academia,
apples and the most tenacious of roses
Spiders invading bathtubs, lazy bees
Stubbled fields, the grass now yellow
where emerald blades once flourished


6 Sept 2011...

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I make no apologies

I am natures child
 
Risen from the dust
 
Only to return when I die
 
I make no apologies
 
That I sauntered when you tried
 
But I lauded the accomplishments you derived
 
I make no apologies 

That from the spring of my youth
...

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Silver
glistens on bark,
cloud mountains fill the sky-
long shadows paint the stubbled earth
yellow....

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SANTA'S   SURPRISE   

Santa Claus stripped off his beard and red suit 
And left the show in the officers’ mess
Pulling the last tiny pieces of cotton wool from his stubbled chin
As he ran to his position 

At the end of the starboard...

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Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s strangely lit beds, where the cold springs creak:
for there is no illusion like love...

Grown childlike, we wish for those storied...

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My eyes are watching you, your eyes are watching me
But all the thoughts you’ve gathered, could never ever see 
The memories lying, dying here inside of me

It was a cold hard wind that blew, through the frozen fields of corn
Where I would run and hide...

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