Best Unburned Poems

Young as just a week,
He was wrapped in a flannel.
His tender feet were shoeless -
Today was his appointed time;
 His feet must dialogue with gods.

The...

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You don't love me, you don't have compassion, 
Maybe I am handsome not enough, 
You don't look in face with wild passion 
putting arms on...

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I was going to be late to work again, as it was one of those days,
When one small mishap after another, made for way too...

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Warm Embrace, I remember clear of such,
My body helpless at your touch,
You voiced three words into thine ear,
And courage shyed in veil of fear.

You rest...

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A Christmas Tale 

When a child we had small live candles on the Christmas tree; 
the fire service had a busy night. Mum had a...

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One baby’s sleeping
By mother’s lullaby
His nose she’s clearing
Then she’ll wash the baby in a bay.

The baby has to wake up
And a helicopter’s flying by
The mother’s...

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I've set our bridge on fire but I couldn't burn it down

some bridges can't be burned because they are made by love and love can't...

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It was a day that started out just like any other one
We never dreamed America could come under attack
It seemed an enemy had slipped through...

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Today is the Very First Day
The Very First Day of the Very First Year
The Very First Year of a New
And Very long awaited Decade.

I turn...

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Steel coffins race across the sand,
Rommel's making his last stand.
The 88's are cracking steel
With loud-sharp-noise like bursting bells.

As columns march across the steppe
Are swallowed up...

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These are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my...

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Standing on a beam,
shrine :
holding a black dawn,

my phoenix roving on dark river.
The bell still clangs ;
I hear the footsteps.

A weird thought
spreads out on peripherals,
makes...

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Myth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.

And she is the myth of...

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Radiance
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil—
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil,
dark images impacted,...

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Fool you are to find me again only for this
The shredding of the prism in the heart
The tearing of settled consolation apart
For it was only...

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