Horse Desire Poems

I want to rip my face off. I pinch and poke in hopes of leaving a clean flattened surface. I long for my skin to...

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Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my...

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I ride to the store on horseback and saddle,
I Leave him outside its distasteful to ride indoors,
My horse stays there it waits it needs no...

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Homer in his prime knew what was divine he sets out to woo the earth but his ambition was crumbed in the dirt, the Trojan...

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Desire overcomes my fear
I ride to her through the night
Night’s coldness upon my face
Nothing can stop me
...

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Desire / Ability
Miracle Man
October 7, 2023

No amount of desire can ever trump my ability,
and void of ability I sit astride a stick horse.
At some point...

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I wish if I could understand your crazy game. It is driving the world insane. I which If I could understand this crazy game, from...

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Man, seldom a straightforward animal, 
Long lost in the deserts of weariness,
Wants to flee from a life of denial, 
Wallows no less still in piles...

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We are like two planes bound to collide
tinting the sky with hues of blood-red desire
our embers, a tapestry woven with grace
from threads of doleful devotion

Words...

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I want to kiss your pretty face
Around the world in every place
Where romance lives and shines so bright
Where every day is only night

Where we could...

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When spirits join in godly intercourse,
     love's so divine (and never like black bane)!
Invite another in like a Trojan horse,
 ...

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If only I could see me as I am,
See the real me coiled up, seeking a voice, 
Could step aside of me— a stuck up...

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April 5, 2023 – refracted reflections:

The following lines
haphazardly linkedin 
slap dash fashion
over the course 
of dazed and confused days,
therefore desist reading 
any profound meaning
if you...

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I loved him in a Summer's breeze,
though Summer ripened into Fall.
His Winter arms, a cooler squeeze,
a chill became an April squall.

A season's moment left ungrasped.
I...

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The man of my dreams
Is not rich
Nor is he wealthy
Some have teeth made of gold
But he has a heart made of gold
His silence is loud
Speaking...

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