Time Curtal Sonnet Poems

Long ere breaths a chalice dawn, eternal
trials beleaguered gone, test the wayward course
yon distant clinks, bespoken image seized
his past governed weights in tallied journals
that time...

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Apathy meets and coldly cells and rounds me,
A warm smile ills none than shape perfect eights,
Abrupt shadows the wall chilled seemingly unmoved,
Bold shades lightly now...

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Spider webs woven into that guitar,
soft music will echo and hang around;
The audience an unsuspecting fly 
tries to wiggle held tight by a grimoire;
Souls become...

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‘Maybe I could spend the night? Just to talk.’
she whispered; Marissa knew what to do;
Well maybe, she did like him; Probably;
Time to do more than...

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Let’s tell stories. Can we haunt each other? 
We can put a new twist on an old script;
Tale of a call center with a raw...

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You’re the reason why I write poetry.
Seeing beauty and promise in the mundane.
You are the music – reverberating gong.
When you smile, I have won the...

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The weight of old age increases with time,
dragging spirits down a depressive hole.
And taking pills, prescribed to ease your pain,
the last years are anything but...

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Do not debauch the banner--red, white, and blue,
By waving it above traitorous insurrectionists’ yell.
Old Glory was “so gallantly streaming” in 1812,
It has stood the tests...

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Mother celebrated my each birthday,
offering sweets to friends and family,
in her own unique way she herself made,
the treats I remember even today.
To new abode she...

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Seeing years past brings question about what might be,
We wonder, how will this play over -
How will this decision affect me?
Wondering if you will travel...

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The world is chaotic, everything around me feels like it's a dream,
	But in reality it's just all about how we perceive.
	Some don't see the full...

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A Man With No Name

           Met a winsome man fifteen years ago
   ...

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Like ‘Nevermore’ sketched into water by Salvador Dali
Quickly running a message up a high mast in Mali
Or Michaelangelo his genius wild, cutting a lady less...

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The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence...

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Greatly Divided

I, although unseen at times always give thanks to you all. Especially for allowing me to share my growth in the precious form of...

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