Best Ungentle Poems

The ungentle wind
breezes in through the window,
cooling an afternoon lust
that was widely soaked
in a summer haze, blending
with the sweet aroma of
a great Africa,
whose erotic craving was
painted in her big, round eyes;
only unearthed by
the master’s naked body
through her hot, darken coffee


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The Master’s Piece, inspired by B.S....

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Juvenilia: Early Poems V

Poetry
by Michael R. Burch

Poetry, I found you
where at last they chained and bound you;
with devices all around you
to torture and confound you,
I found you—shivering, bare.

They had shorn your raven hair
and taken both your eyes
which, once cerulean as Gogh's skies,
had leapt at dawn...

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He that stalks like the prey
Holy steps he takes towards me
Sniffing at the sour air, claiming my scent he travels on

He that struggles with me in a clothes fight
Tearing, ripping undergarments to dignity
Ravishing me like some form of beast

He that makes my heart pound
Drumming my...

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An Excelente Balade of Charitie (“An Excellent Ballad of Charity”)
by Thomas Chatterton, age 17
modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch

As wroten bie the goode Prieste
Thomas Rowley 1464

In Virgynë the swelt'ring sun grew keen,
Then hot upon the meadows cast his ray;
The apple ruddied from its pallid green
And the...

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Two hearts unite in holy matrimony
  Pledge their troth in sanctimony

Yet in a year or two, up springs acrimony
  The likely cause, ungentle parsimony

All that money spent on pomp and ceremony
   ~ Was better saved for alimony...

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We spent the night—
once, in non-verbal talks, from rhythmic 
folk steps in duple time 
to a wild swaying. To enjoy life, 

be totally free. A lover, friends 
and me. Yes, me. I was there, to be with 
them. They wanted loud music and 

the exotic...

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Poems about Poems III

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, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea but feels its meaning?
the teeming brine, the mirrored oval flame
that leashes...

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Come hither, come thither, come nigh
   Don't dither, don't blither, don't sigh
 
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
   Come hither, come thither, come nigh
 
Dance airily, dance merrily, dance spry 
   Not warily, contrarily or sly

Come...

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TO PENETRATE MY FATE

The light cannot possibly penetrate…..
Not through a curtain of horrid hate
While warring  warriors die in vain
And God knows I can’t stand their pain

The light cannot fit through a crack in the dark
Nor can it deem the delight of a lark
A bird...

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These Hallowed Halls
by Michael R. Burch

I

A final stereo fades into silence
and now there is seldom a murmur
to trouble the slumber
of these ancient halls.

I stand by a window where others have watched
the passage of time, alone,
not untouched,
and I am as they were—
unsure,
and the days
stretch out ahead,
a...

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Your Place in My Thoughts

I so forcibly suppress my thoughts of you.
Your entity lingers like the putrid scent of sulfur in my soul. 
The havoc created leaving me shattered and blue.
I had given up so many things for us.
You seemed so happy, without a fuss.
Yet...

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Bubble
by Michael R. Burch

                Love—
          fragile,    elusive—
     ­ if held    ...

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AT LAST

On my veranda I watch beads of sweat 
slide down the glass of ale I use to get over 
something I’m not sure of, perhaps just an 
absence of idea or thought, a quiet discontent 
that sparrow at the feeder cannot know.
The small bird...

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In the light she died,
although it was I that faded to blindness.
The Beloved
ransacked me, She was ungentle.
Years past, empty nights, grey hours
in the harsh light of anger.
I held my grudge against Her
like a hot iron.
Then She died for me.
I awoke remembering what I had done
and...

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I truly believe that I was only created, just to feel nothing but heartache darkness and gut wrenching unbearable pain and sadness only to be ing destroyed!!!!!!!!
I am an unbearable chaotic ing mess of dark demented unthinkable thoughts my thoughts make other people's nightmares look...

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