Best Tendriled Poems

The Thought  of You

Alone in her room she poses to stare
In her spherical mirror devoid of all clothes
Her lithe body strides over to pick up her dress
And drapes it against her admiring his gift
Her disheveled hair emblazoned in rows
A tendriled tiara , a queen...

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Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX

Day, and Night
by Michael R. Burch

The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters;
her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms.
And we who rise each day to grind a living,
dream each scented night of such perfumes
as drew us to the window, to the moonlight,
when all the earth...

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Sometimes the chaos of the world invades
and shells of home and skin are not enough.
And we must find a safety deep inside
within the rhythm of the breath.

Move with intention 
like a tree supple in the breeze  
stanchions strong on nimble limbs
mantra’s giving geas.

Stimulate the...

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Smokey hillside, offers flavors 
of privacy bared open.
Reading like futuristic three, 
maybe fourth dimensional sign 
that says "open".
The neighbors business blabbed
all around by "Miss social, "the "original", organic-loving and down to earth hippie.
She corrals Betty's stew and wafts it up for my senses to approve.
As...

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EARLY POEMS XIX

Bound
by Michael R. Burch

Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of the streetlamp casts strange shadows to the ground,
I have lost what I once found
in your arms.

Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of distant Venus fails to penetrate...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XIII

Davenport Tomorrow
by Michael R. Burch

Davenport tomorrow ...
all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun.

Now it is always summer
and the bees buzz in cesspools,
adapted to a new life.

There are no flowers,
but the weeds, being hardier,
have survived.

The small town has become
a city of millions;
there...

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Curtain of mist
Shrouding the horizon,
You this day contain
Dreams and views unknown,
As of yet hidden in time.

Shiningly one entwines,
Waking from a thought,
Tendriled ideas of touching games.
Sounds that brush the being,
Duet the looks....

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As sensitive and as fragile 
As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings 
As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze
As transparent and crystal clear as a calm ocean
As jubilant as a trilling perky Robin perched on a sprouted tendriled tree
As refreshing and...

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He asked for the most beautiful song
but it was dark, and I couldn’t find
my voice. Isn’t that where songs live?
he asked. In place of song, a braided 
line of praise will do. But the light
from my eyes was gone, taking with it
all the tendriled vines....

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I listen to the movements from various nooks of the house,
There is a message somehow, that keeps me agog
I whisper a word, “I am . . .”
And suddenly I develop my fear
It makes me speechless.
I tremble, with hands so stiff and sweaty;
The work of the...

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POEMS ABOUT SHAKESPEARE by Michael R. Burch

Fleet Tweet: Apologies to Shakespeare
by Michael R. Burch

a tweet
by any other name
would be as fleet!



Fleet Tweet II: Further Apologies to Shakespeare
by Michael R. Burch

Remember, doggonit,
heroic verse crowns the Shakespearean sonnet!
So if you intend to write a couplet,
please do it...

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Residual finger pointer in an in-haunting, 
      instigator of an instigator taunting. 
   Infiltrator with sash of tendriled gas, or is it dust
  feeling in lusts, zealing a fingering, 
       ...

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POEMS ABOUT POETS IX

Fleet Tweet: Apologies to Shakespeare
by Michael R. Burch

a tweet
by any other name
would be as fleet!
@mikerburch



Fleet Tweet II: Further Apologies to Shakespeare
by Michael R. Burch

Remember, doggonit,
heroic verse crowns the Shakespearean sonnet!
So if you intend to write a couplet,
please do it on the doublet!
@mikerburch...

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a single heart
thick as wax
pressed into the earth’s embrace

it does not wither
does not break
only waits in silence--patient, watching

its vines creep slow
twisting tight
coiling round the throat of time

whisper soft
it calls their names
a voice like wind through hollow bone

come and see
come rest your hands
upon the leaves still...

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