Best Turf Out Poems

 From out my window, I could see the creek
Its ice, a satin ribbon on the snow
Our winter holiday was just one week
Each day with...

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The graveyard, shrouded in pale mist, so hauntingly eerie,
dampen spirits as the full moon loses her glow - dreary!
I float, like a vapour, amongst lifeless,...

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Standing looking across sweeping thoughts and hopes 
alone crying into distant faraway hills and valleys  
dreaming I saw before me a big white puff...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently...

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34 years ago today I was blessed a birth,
an opportunity to live a life on Earth,
and walk this worlds hallowed turf,
but what is this life...

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Enchantment of this soul 
breathing inside the magic aroma.
Under the hawthorn bush a fragrance lingers 
appearing out of thin air my dream 

Lunar circle turning...

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two boys racing
dash, dart, tear
airburst in a clearing punched open
arms of piston pumping disperse white funnels
         ...

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You cannot say tinker now.
It's simply not allowed.
If we are to be PC.
Not stand out from the crowd.

I love the way tinker sounds.
Memories from my...

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He was airlifted to another place.
The heaths, the dales,
the high ridges,
all began to slip away
under throbbing wings.

(When you are unearthed,
roots still wriggle,
flecks of native mud
cling...

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Renegade trees are popping up all over my yard.
Reminding me that I am the interloper; it is their turf.
This is a forest, wild and well-guarded...

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I dream that tonight I am a raccoon
And it is here in this body that I store the notion
That my sadness will last forever,
In the...

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The beauty takes my breath away,
I know my kind will want to stay
On this new world that I have found -
It’s somewhere in the Milky...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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While the guardian of night watches
a  looming thunderstorm , the power
of his animus defends earthy home
and a village’s turf with grit… and in
the stillness...

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Song of a Warrior’s Bride

He counts on me for beauty:
His eyes blurred by bloody spurts of war,
Scarred by deadly blasts of bone
And tissue, his vision...

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