Autumn Grave Poems

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Arising in softest sapphire,
Shimmery as the night,
Inviting silence to release her,
Tears flowing, thick and sincere,
Breaking through melancholy,
Trembling with dark dread,
Erasing all the soul’s vivacity –
Erasing...

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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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I haint donning royal carpet treatment

No stuntman/woman showed up, 
albeit intervened in timely fashion
to thwart mishaps experienced 
courtesy me I bemoan,
and poet lore re: yet...

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A silent stone cries to the sky
Heralding her tranquil graved name.
A windswept tree weeps autumn leaves
As on her limestone marker grieves.

Bite Size Poem No. 40...

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Ghosts in Gray Rains.
All along the rain swept street
Crowed With Ghosts of Lost Sovereign thoughts.
Shadows are carved hard, 
sharp by
Neon Bars. 
My mind wanders in...

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Odd objects frolic within
Strange dominions for
It's all Hallow's Eve.
The night of souls;
looking for lost lives...
While children play merrily
In the chilly tinged air,
Of winters coming Dead.
It...

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a blacks cats tale
Slinking...
Down dark Alleyways...
Black cats hunt.
A full moon glows pale..
And races with the wind.
As clouds drift by.
A cackling call of laughter is heard...
Breaking...

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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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Leaves chant in brown, "Thirty days hath November, too." 
What is that I hear? I draw a lingering breath,
as I contemplate this year, the outwash...

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I Have been there
I have really been there
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I have been there in the spring
I have been there in the summer
I have been there in the...

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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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R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at...

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Thin Kin
by Michael R. Burch

Skeleton!
Tell us what you lack...
the ability to love,
your flesh so slack?

Will we frighten you,
grown as pale & unsound...
when we also haunt
the...

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Standing alone no shoes on her feet
thinking of strangers destined never to meet
branches that sway on a soft gentle breeze
below her a stream and a...

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