Best Vaster Poems

You know sailor man,
You woke the spirit in me
I thought you were drunken and carefree
I could not hope or dream
The whore of the seas must take her place
I was of the lowest cast
The lowest morale
After you
I was with a baby you see
I had to run...

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"The Sleeping Man at the Picnic"



What dreams this man has
to escape a world 
where his humanity
is a contagion 
soldier ants swagger 
holding gangster guns
he’s counting numbers
to avoid the dream
of the one he 
shares with 
the innocence 
of children

Outside the turmoil
we are a pin prick 
of...

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My boyfriend (Peter) and I went down to New Haven Harbor today.

Let’s face it, we’re surrounded by oceans,
and most of them are downright inhospitable.

I live near the ocean, (pointing) it’s right over there.
I love the ocean, tripping over whenever I’ve time to spare.

The way I’m...

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Prisoners of Time

There is nothing secret
nothing sacred from man
He reaches beyond the 
infinite to scatter dreams

He will employ 
extraordinary means
Alone or in the company
of those with like heart
he can stream to
undiscovered places

Which brings, the opening 
of a tale of how he
exploited the mighty whales
and in...

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The old Hittite came through the gate
Battle sharp and dripping
With the blackness of an Ethiopian night
The Kingdom of Zion to replicate
The compass star of David's sight
And through that gate walked with him
A destiny invisible of all the world
The crisis of a man by sin made...

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London rain and Texan skies
Warm my heart and thrill my eyes
Flooded streets and clouds for miles
Think I’ll stay here for a while

Bright red buses and trusty steeds
Carry my spirit wherever they lead
City bustling and cattle at graze
This is where I spend my days

Royal parks with...

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This planet whereon we reside
gave nature’s bounty far and wide.
We’ve seen our Mother Earth from space
who barely shows her fragile face
as Pale Blue Dot, sunbeam enshrined,
and still we humans are so blind.

The cosmic reaches hugely grand
are vaster than we understand.
We know not of a single...

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They couldn't have chosen a nest-bed more complex, or vaster. 
I lauded their industry (toiling through Sunday, no qualms!), 
and almost felt guilty for loitering by their pilaster. 
My wife was the hold-up. Those scanty straps were a disaster, 
her shoulders cold-shouldered! Here, there's no...

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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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I wandered in blissful darkness;
My arm outstretched,
Hanging in limbo.

The hardwood floors creaked beneath me.
The rain pattered patiently on the glass
As though asking to be let in
To make acquaintance with my sodden breath.

So dark the woes of man are laid!
Arranged in a social hierarchy,
And in alphabetical...

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The Poet's Words

The words came, and he wrote. In dreams by night
  Labor and deep grief that ages gone were dead
Stole from the past, and stood about his bed;
He sought no words; they came; he did but write.
When day was round him too, some...

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Increase In Head Size

impossible mission to encapsulate notion 
flitting hither and yon, to and fro
within cranium attached to mine body,
whereby irrefutable proof prevails
predicated when yours truly
scrutinizes other people visibly aware,
I a modest married male 
blessed, gifted, whence   
after Scottish Tartan welcome mat unrolled...

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Within the mind we are confined;
the body shuts us in.
And sadly sometimes humankind
throughout its thick and thin

has suffered serious disease 
that tests our mortal grip
on evolution’s risky seas
to keep afloat our ship.

These illnesses that sweep the sphere,
pandemics they are called,
can cause our lives to seem...

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noah wide dee ya when,
where, why or how then
thine ark of in sight fullness, pen
(viz uber taurus), men
sans quirky physiological ken
focus a ford did afore hen
chosen poetic themed word den.

this tire less un escort head
eureka moment (regarding
figurative crash test
dummy awakening) drove home
this aye opening
pissed tin,...

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Paint and Plaster

So what, in essence, is this thing called paint?
A coloured liquid which, applied to plaster,
will fuse and forge a thing securer, faster,
and far more comely than before.  How quaint!
Attaching thought to walls is not restraint,
not loss. It dries, and then the thought...

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