Autumn Eulogy Poems

They tell me to let it go
Thoughts leaves on a stream
In the grove of trees
Lies my willow golden
Blown by winds and rain
By a reaching brook
Leaves...

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Tabula Fractus

         come with me to this moment
         where...

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Oaks and birch grow silent, stripped naked
By winds, breathless, whispering songs
Through the melancholic night
Tears of autumn disclose
Wonders, erasing
Every last doubt
In burning
Vibrant 
Hues





A November Nonet Poetry...

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Aching, trembling like the dewdrop as it slides, wistful, across a petal… down a tearstained cheek – our ancestor’s heart’s quake  ~ quote by...

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The Mother Tree

Connie Marcum Wong a lady who graced us like warm trade winds in “A Quiet Place.”  A lady who loved “The Hint...

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We can never forget 9/11
We will forever remember such a date
A date that will live in infamy
A date that has everything in it:
Sadness, fire, death,...

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Woman, woman that I loved uncommonly
Several springs ago
When the weather was good and callow
When the wind whistled swiftly, low and slow
Oh! Woman, you were young,...

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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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This is my translation of Rainer Maria Rilke's second elegy from his Duino Elegies, which he began composing at Duino Castle in 1912. 

Second Elegy
by...

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The lark ascending on
an afternoon fawn--
sweet autumn Reverie...

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yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1
by michael r. burch

plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse



yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #2
by michael r. burch

sunflowers
hang...

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Epigrams/Epitaphs

Childless
by Michael R. Burch

How can she bear her grief?
Mightier than Atlas, she shoulders the weight
of one fallen star.

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Laughter’s Cry
by Michael R. Burch 

Because life is...

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For the day when thee head hits pillow 
In that last breath of might
In that starry time of night
Where one travels to another world
Almost as...

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Unspoiled autumn age
Anon ridge my god picks way
Strong buck bears his burdens high

I soul-less, hunt sight 
Forest warmth and bounty hoard
Resting only in god’s ruins

4/10/20
Inertia
Edward...

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Lost
for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba
by Michael R. Burch

Something inescapable is lost—
lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,
vanishing...

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