Best Sutured Poems

Three pummels to the chest
abusive words wound the heart
slashes though sutured,  never heal
daggers thrown without a second thought

Arrows fly to their target
three aimed to...

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Bedsprings crochet bones together.
His back is sutured to gripes
stitched to gummy joints.

In the toilet, avoiding the mirror,
humming softly,
shunning conversation with himself -
the ceiling drips a...

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The female who 
               inhabited her
     ...

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dialog with myself invariably involves others
we are all perceivers nobody escapes
no really and truly trust me on this
no manufacturing of childish evasions
maybe it is best...

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Various Heresies 2

You
by Michael R. Burch

For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between...

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Swirling like an exhale from a cigarette that burns
Watching from a distance as the world mundanely turns
Everyday the same routine, a joyless empty place
You wonder...

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Oh, the wounds, the gaping wounds
The wounds that never truly heal
Merely self-sutured, leaving jagged scars
left to swell, ooze and re-infect
A temporary stop-gap, a leaking dam
built...

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Something as awakened you,
your bed is soft and silky too.
You start to feel around,
side to side, up and down.
Then, you freeze,
screaming inside your mind.
Your mouth...

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Can You Imagine

What else could I possibly ask anyone for
Except poems like mine who people adore
And decided to write more as requested
Hoping that they will...

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I needed a friend because I was scared,
My curiosity compelled my decision,my choice.
To precariously balance on my tricycle,
To peer into the unknown, 
The strange shaped...

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Did you ever love someone madly, never fully understanding why?
Untrained for such distress, when they touched your hand.
You shared a few days in the morning...

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On the precipice it stands,
loose-limbed with a sinewy grace,
body taut with an implied swagger,
face, grinning, a sun-dappled gold. 
Unclouded by the cataract of cynicism, 
its...

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MASQUERADE BALL MACABRE

clash of swords and ebony bones,
this masquerade ball quickens her pulse.
her mask’s sutured to her face.
panic embraces her opaque eyes.

silver flashes, like lightening...

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The Warrior, the Artist, the Healer and the Cop

The blood of my ancestors
Flows strongly through four
One is my child
But there are three more.

One is the...

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It’s been five long years since 
I kissed your barren nape,
oh…from this tormented sorrow 
it’s so hard to escape-
There have been days of pain 
with...

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