Son Charles Poems

Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Though written three hundred 
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.

Said prolific author born February 7,...

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(Charles Philip Arthur George - b. 14 November 1948)


I had a cousin called Charles, said Aunty Olive.
Nice young man. That's him on our TV.

That's not...

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Charles Bukowski
I read a fine essay written by a friend of mine, Bukowski
I thought he was a great poet and writer, whether the high
table of...

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born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke 
linkedin to said 
prolific storied author 
please kindly...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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Ancestors

The poet's daughter 
and the painter's son
found true love 
in each other's arms. 
Together they were married.

Their children were many, 
their hearts were full. 
The...

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aforementioned author born 
February 7, 1812
the long deceased (centuries) storied author
I toot and trumpet virtual horn
accompanying pet rooster 
first thing in the morn.

Greetings mutual friend,
hard...

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December 14, 1965           

"Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke??
You been in that casket for three days..
You...

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Charles d'Orleans: a Medieval Marvel


Spring
by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and...

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Father

Father, 
I wish I could sing. 
I would sing about anything, 
... everything...!

Father,
I wish I could write, 
I would pen beautiful...
... words... to You... ...

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Wake

What is that noise?
I have heard it before?
In the ramblings...
of my loved ones words? 

I must get up and seek it out.
I rise like the...

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The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had...

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Protecting; To the Last Breath
(a dark moment)

My dear friend told me I was a good mom today. 
I went into the bathroom and tears sprang...

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Humble Today

My friend is brighter, 
her tone stronger,
and her face...
clear. 
I can see her spirit...
peering out from the facade, 
of perfection.

She is in the center...

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Lies to Our Self

I will be okay. 
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine. 
All the time, 
we talk too much, 
and not enough. 

Lose...

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