Death Hyperbole Poems

The living to themselves gossip attract,
but at death eulogies mitigate lies.
Love and care from he who breathes is withdrawn,
but his slumber does attract parties.

Fake mourners...

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From the cold, damp earth I rise,
With a heavy heart and tearful eyes,
My mother lies in eternal rest,
But her love still beats within my chest.

With...

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I
God always wins the wager if we live long on earth... and even if we don't.

II
Some questions die with questioners; even if God heard the...

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Hurricane Haiku: 5 Movements

		The sea is angry;
		The winds echo her screaming—
		The hurricane comes…

		Torrential waves
		Carry furry to the shores:
		Fragility doomed…

		Island paradise,
		Poised and ready for combat;
		Nature’s sad...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our...

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Light crashes sounds like brittle glass 
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes 
The colors reak of deep rot like blues 
Creeping green burning acidic...

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a small train derailed
there was no casualty
a millipede

( Inspired by Basho)...

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I am fire and rhapsody in my private chambers.
Inside out, I am flourishing, animated, and measured.
My heart pumps owning the same conviction at age 15.
My...

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I can EXHALE

Not every day
Not every moment
BUT… 

I can EXHALE

The Corona virus still runs
RAMPANT
But the ORANGE plague
Has been removed
Has been dulled
Has been silenced

SILENCED (at least...

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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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A very good morning to all my fans, 
My uplighters, my blossom, 
an add on to my faithful viewers
 amongst my midst 
in a pandemonium...

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Oh death, 
You are ugly!
Get away from me!
Each time you laugh
Your guttural laugh,
Like a Python,
I know you have devoured
Another poor soul
I know because evil forest
Lives...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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Granite monoliths get raised to the dead,
engraved markers, inked by light and shadow.
And with the moon shining high overhead
Juliet seeks to find her Romeo,
amidst gravestones...

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Years on the rack.
Stretched out and winding
Cogs and broken pieces
Shrapnel.

While I
Box upon box.
The unburied dead. The hatchet.
Littering my surroundings
The casings of a former life
The scorched...

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