Passion House Poems

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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Red House and Spruce by Edvard Munch

Snug, in a blue bunting of hibernation,
Red cottage 
In a clearing of indigo and ice spruce 
That form ribs...

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I got up to face another day hoping that something positive would come my way but it was the same toxic energy that keeps roaming...

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Alone with our love on a quiet retreat
In a mountain lake cabin, no one else there to greet
Reachable only by an airplane on floats
Hidden from...

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Before I even start, this is for some women, not all. If it don’t apply, let it fly, but if the shoe fit, don’t be...

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My House - Life


               My house- life is constructed
  ...

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This a house of unused tools
Bought for a purpose and then
Filed in a rusty toolbox
To be never used again
For with the next project
I’d frantically search...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My...

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A burning desire within my soul,
a rippling affect was taking hold
And with each mile, down the winding road,
a sycamore, birch, or elm would grow.

And then...

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Through an ice age
Now the icebound world was completely 
Melted to show the bone structure of
Algonquinsaurs

No head
The bone structure is
Pushed to the ground
By his two...

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These are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my...

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The potter sows seed and is ready to reap a harvest. She begins work at twilight.
She plants, scatters seeds, and water the field. She smiles...

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Once I Dreamt
Of my ultimate end!

I had become
An abandoned house!
A shell gone empty
Devoid of art.

My creative soul
Had died,
My last breath
Leaving with all my colours,
Even my...

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You stand beneath my boughs
Never hearing my silent prayers
For someone to understand
I’m more than simply a friend
I bring life to those who listen
For the kindness...

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Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.

Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.

Eating although the food supply is...

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