Forge Poems

FORGE AHEAD

 FORGE AHEAD

Forge ahead, spines are steel
anger, tragedy, treachery heal
betrayal merely a step on ladders
Golden Age arises, Kali Age passes 
fragrant oysters in Bloomsbury Blue
manifesting pearls for specific rings
bring garlands, soulfully sing

Dark was the night
facing polished daggers, fists tight
Herculean shoulders held mirrors 
seeing shadows in hot quivers
they were mere simulation games 
for false egoic fame

Enmeshed

THE FORGE OF LIFE

AT THE FORGE OF LIFE

Somewhere in our being, 
Where our heart and mind meet, 
There is a Forge of Life.

Just like the black smith, 
Using a hammer and anvil, 
Shapes useless pieces of metal into swords that have built and conquered empires, 
Our shapeless thoughts and emotions are transformed into weapons, 
Which can build or

Forge Your Path

In the rugged expanse of life's rough terrain,
No path laid out, no guiding hand to explain.
Mountains loom tall, a maze to unravel,
Obstacles and messes, chaos to travel.

But atop those peaks, your dreams take flight,
A crown of glory gleaming in sight.
Through the rocky path, your heart must wade,
Trials to conquer, courage to parade.

Fearless and bold, a

Forge

Become heat, for the forge,
   so that the armor you bear will shine brightly.
       Your soul maketh radiance unmatched,
         so as the sunrise does lick over the lakes.
 
          

In the amalgamation of days, we forge a merciless kingdom

In the amalgamation of days, we forge a merciless kingdom,
Telling stories of a future where fear and betrayal share a cold kiss.
A land of howling blizzards, where the heart freezes to find its place,
In a battle for surface, where all tread upon each other, so that no one sees anymore.

Thirsting for a painful progress, we

In the cosmic forge, where stars knead their ethos, there words were born

In the cosmic forge, where stars knead their ethos, there words were born,
To be vestments for the pristine truth, obsidian fervor.
They interlaced, shining fiery like a swarm of fireflies in the twilight of withered memory.
Ruler over glacial silence, the word, a conjurer of shadow-dappled void.
Scribes and harpists of the great audience, from ancient times, forged

Poetry

Pour with will your molten soul
On lyric molds that is your art
Every beat of hammers bold
To shape, imbue, impart
Rhymes ring true in that honest forge
Your heart

Valentine From Valley Forge

Schuylkill Valley Encampment, February, 1778

Dearest Beloved,

This letter, penned with nature still enwrapped in winter’s shawl,
Might reach your hands by April, should it reach your hands at all.
Your parcel came this morning, now I take the time tonight,
Before I sleep, to correspond with you by candlelight.

Our troops look less an army than a ragged band of

The Lonely Forge

“I’m gonna…i’m gonna lose it…” 
                — by the Poet

THE LONELY FORGE

who are the brave, those who begin
again and again—  their muscles
engage like a sputtering automobile.
small hills, like a mountain climb.
no one cheers them on in their insanity.
the lonely

Forge Ahead Shrugging

I write upon our history, pen smeared in blood 
Human legacy, wars enduring shame 
Brushed aside indelible ink
Readily forgotten 
The pregnancy pain, bonny baby took away 
Scar tissue, for the time being hidden

Behind basic instinct, survival is driven
Truth brings denial, all set for replay
Hollowed out, our core is rotten 
Feigning amnesia stinks
Unholy absolution, washes away

To Forge a Legacy

Now I cannot lie. We fought our battle.
The fight was lost, but still our war rages.
I have seen the hot crimson blood that’ll
Mark the clipped youth of our fallens’ ages.

I see this death, yet we must continue.
Our kingdom cries for us, for their safety.
Our divine Queen knows you have it in you.
We fight in the

The Forge

The Forge
by Michael R. Burch

To at last be indestructible, a poem
must first glow, almost flammable, upon
a thing inert, as gray, as dull as stone,
 
then bend this way and that, and slowly cool
at arms-length, something irreducible
drawn out with caution, toughened in a pool
 
of water so contrary just a hiss
escapes it—water instantly a mist.
It writhes,

The Mountain Forge

Shine a light on that dark thought
Cast the iron of self into the fires
Find a way through hallowed mountains
Thunders roar
 my iron self
Hammered
Burning ember as sparks fly
Forged from the earth and it's elements
Cooled steam as I'm submerged in water
Emerge from misted seas 
Breath again
A sword is born
A spirit is harnessed
Focused
Balanced
The walk into stillness
Calmness of the

Would You Dare Forge a Sword of Gold For War

Would you dare forge a sword of gold for war
When better yet is gold when it shines elsewhere?
Would ever you hold selfishly a star
When gentle is the kiss of candle fair?
Would brilliant diamond dream of nothing more
Than dismal darkness and so distant caves? 
And would falcons, larks, so high they can soar,
Damn their own wings

Recalling Traipsing Thru Valley Forge National Park Under Full Moon

Lunar radiance this small hour
June fifteenth thousand and nineteen
(very early morning errand
to fuel 2009 Hyundai Sonata)
at Zieglerville, Pennsylvania Wawa
found gaze tugged toward

infinite celestial vault
luminous neon phosphorescent
quintessentially, punctually, outlandishly...
radiating, scintillating, treasuring
untold vast wonderment
since time immemorial

tremendous headlong rush
remembrance many moons ago
guiding yours truly
along beribboned multi use path
said bright discobolus lunar object
casting rooted silhouettes

courtesy Gaia illuminating
terrestrial dark shadows
ambling,

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