Rose Innocence Poems

Night Labor
by Michael R. Burch

for Rachel Corrie

Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and swear we’ll not...

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I remember how the rose moon drizzled gold,
when stars within your eyes danced, flickering pearls,
curating a carnival of dreams untold~
while heavy skies unveiled tuscan truth,...

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Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what...

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In shadows deep, once trapped in woe I trod,
A world of misery, with delusions spun,
A realm where joy was but a fleeting nod,
And every day...

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As you’re floating into a dream 
lemonade’s sweet elephants fly;
Caught in the glamour of a stream 
translucent rose petals drift by,
all you need is to...

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A bird was born and bred in a nest,
She was preparing for a challenging test, 
her wings grew out, she felt she was blessed 
the...

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with thorn of a rose
she pricked a finger tip
held it there softly
to my open lips
as she pierced mine
mixed the flow
tip to tip
and each took
a little...

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O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I...

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When we went down to the sea
it was low tide,
we picked shells and rescued star fish.
We were young enough
to fondle and fall for romantic dreams,
A...

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A springtime fawn found a placid pond and knelt down for a drink.

She bent her knees into the mud,
And placed her velveted chin 
parallel to...

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One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fair way.

As like the springtime morning
She filled...

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White wings with gray attire, a fallen angel
But not, that is Muse of beauty with ruby cheeks
And melancholic tone, repenting her existence. 

I have listened...

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A man from the "Land of the Midnight Sun,"
Where the fjords rose and the sky danced around.
He set sail on a ship at sea,
While a...

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Pink as the sunset high above 
indigo and rose sprinkles on caramel;
Now go on take a bite;
Killing with slow acting poison 
sounds like the stuff...

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I'd like to give you an ounce of perfume
that I borrowed from honeysuckle vine.
This scent is old, more lovely, one presumes
than French perfume always made...

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