Burled Poems - Poems about Burled

... delightful what a dazzlement brings … what others deem prepost’rous things - so burled and brown and bound with strings hark - how sweet this waxwing sings … ......Read the rest...

...FREE VERSE VI Reason Without Rhyme by Michael R. Burch I used to be averse to free verse, but now I admit YOUR rhyming is WORSE! But alas, in the end, it’s all the same: all verse is u......Read the rest...

...Sensibilities shaped and slapped and stolen. (aha) I am indeed a borrowed man. For where amongst my stirrings stand priori grand? Mission thwarted by a bell. Noble tell. Some soul such as m......Read the rest...

...Lozenge by Michael R. Burch When I was closest to love, it did not seem real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness it might dissolve in my mouth like a lozenge of sugar. When I held......Read the rest...

...Results The Iditarod Race To Nome! To Nome! The mushers are far from home. Winding ribbon of snow, Iditarod trail is hard to tow, Blowing wind smacking faces, As they pick up their pace......Read the rest...

...Unknown Parts of Bones He was killed after being fully grown, And for him a bugle had been blown; Music made; Properly laid; Burled in Arlington are parts of bones. James Serious Mysteriou......Read the rest...

...Liberal Christians are in denial, About how much they validate, The fundamentalist church old, Because the same story is told. I know that the Queen, royalty, Is a liberal, but that’s irr......Read the rest...

...To Nome! To Nome! The mushers are far from home. Winding ribbon of snow, Iditarod Trail is hard to tow, Blowing wind smacking faces, As they pick up their paces, Vying for their pot-of-gold.......Read the rest...

...Sun shines upon the world Too much or too little sun and there would be no life on our world Moon creates moisture by which spirit is burled Without it by the heat the leaves in trees would be cur......Read the rest...

...Great bald eagle flies towards endless horizon Above the mountains sun has risen Below runs horde of bison The colors whether spring or fall spirit can brighten Atlas on his shoulders has weigh......Read the rest...

...Your all I ever wanted, you just weren't one to give. You had control, dug me my own little hole. All the weight on my shoulder, you never wanting to leave her. Memories starting to blur, an ongoing......Read the rest...

...Autumn’s rumor is spread in turning trees, revealed like stains on hems of far Missouri hills. Few search or care or know your soft fruit— few dare taste tart sweetness— trouble to spoon......Read the rest...