Funeral Divorce Poems

He taunted me with hope
When there was no hope for us.
We were past, the past
Gone from today and tomorrow,
Boldy planted in the memories who haunted
Me...

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A hero to a little boy,
Smartest man in the world, so full of joy.
Big HOUSE! Big beard. Big Family! Big belly!!
“I love you son.” “I...

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Where is Twitter?
Who is or what is X?
I do not mean Super X?
I want to tweet a rumor
I was away for a few days
I am...

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I stand in the aftermath 
between the oscillations of time 
wondering idle thoughts of you

I feel my mind haunted by 
the passing moments of you
like...

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I packed all your bags
along with my feelings for you.
I brought it all onto a wooden ship
your name carved into the hull.
your name.
your boat.
I placed...

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The Grim Reaper called on the family;
funeral arrangements will be finalized today.
A somber procession of all the wrongs
that tombstoned our relationship
march past, one by one,
casketing...

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I wandered between the mist of twilight and blue,
there's no sleep for those who day dream, you fool!

I stumbled upon a dusty path, barely lit...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Two certificates

The  first certificate that you will receive in life is a birth certificate. This certificate is to prove who you are a time...

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No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds...

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Use to Be

My best friend... 
I would bring things to you. 
You needed or wanted. 
I would talk to you for hours, 
about whatever you...

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Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am,...

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Loss

How can I express, 
something that can not be written down, 
unless you can grasp lightening, 
harness thunder, shush a whisper…
or ask your self if...

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Boxes of Hope

In the attic there is tensile. 
Bright and lovely, reflective pieces
of fluff to begin the journey. 

One, two, three,
a dozen cardboard containers. 
I...

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California Cold 

Rented cars…
every month the cost?
Bread and milk.
Why? 
To go get my kids. 
I had to. 
My own car was bad, 
unreliable, and dangerous....

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