Sonnet Culture Poems

In eyes of others, we may seem apart..
Yet deep within, we share a common heart.
Our voices may speak in differing tongue..
But in our souls, the...

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The guy who had long hair, now looks worse with short,
one chap looks so serious all the time, more than he ought;
strange that people like...

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In greener days, when all was harsh and wild,
our stories were sparse and our facts were few.
So much to grow - ev'ry zeitgeist a child...

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Will liberty ring out again
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory
is respect...

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caught in the midst of armed insurrection
refugees headed in wrong direction
milling about amid a mass shooting
walking the streets where people are looting

driving your car through...

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May I suggest trying a strong cup of tea
When I am distraught, my go-to remedy
A soothing tincture for the addled brain
After a cup or two,...

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Answer my call to arms patriots all
  and rise up with blunt collateral force -
rage against the culture wars that we stall
  the...

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Squalid were those days of thuggish delight
When the fat land's spirit the small Goths stole.
Joy was a thirst slaked, forever a night,
In that corpulent desert...

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Blessed is the gift of forgetfulness
Each generation shall surely refresh
With hoary optimism springing afresh
To chart again culture’s steady regress.

Silence accepts, absent solid discourse,
While eyes cower...

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Carved in stone (sonnet to Ishtar)

Hail beauty, still as death, in smooth stone hewn,
The Great Earth's Queen in regal posture stands,
Who in the underworld sings...

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Imperfect Sonnet
by Michael R. Burch

A word before the light is doused: the night
is something wriggling through an unclean mind,
as rats creep through a tenement. And...

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Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your high mountain tower.
How coldly the wind blows,
how late this chill hour ...

and I...

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Come quickly, let us tempt the fading mists
we ghostly shadows of a graveyard tryst
ashamed - not of our deed - but of our sin
fulfillment of...

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We are living in an environment
what is indeed driven by cynicism
Everyone questioning each decision
judging others, many lacks pragmatism
frightening views causes embarrassment.

Seeds of judging, grows in...

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No amount of political education
could quell his mingling organ they call ‘simple brain,’
while mutations from grammar association
to unravel civilization's complex pain.
His shield prepared against another...

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