Sonnet Leaving Poems

The beckoning call of the Nightingale
Like the whistle of wind in a sail
Arrives on a spring days tail
And nestles like a cotton ball
Inside a trees...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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I am now "away from the noise,"  
my fruit gum I am chewing.  
Sitting here wondering what the boys,  
could be doing.  

 
 
Now all unpacked,  
a book I...

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My many many thoughts linger, 
in the dusting of the springtime, 
I turn pages with my finger, 
I love to read each loving rhyme. 

...

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Spring is the time to venture out and play
the pretty flowers are wearing the bees
maybe it is bright and sunny all day
early morning may come...

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The old rusty gate                                         ...

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For far shires beyond the western red sun
  I’m leaving the Land of the Long White Cloud -
to journey across the blue horizon
 ...

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Everyone remembers it -
the little ones, that first day there;
for parents, that place where
the kids come out, and people chat.

Teachers too look back - that...

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Why I am me,                                           ...

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Seeds may grow to blossom.
And fruits that came to us freely.
May go to feed the next generation.
The steppingstones of legacy

When it is time to die,...

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What hurt filled words did you convey,                              What in the world...

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we could not save India
or India could not save us
it is death of india

prevalence of miniaturised men
maintainace of hated cities
we could not save India
or India...

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Observance
by Michael R. Burch

Here the hills are old and rolling
carefully in their old age;
on the horizon youthful mountains
bathe themselves in windblown fountains...

By dying leaves and...

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Autumn Day
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Lord, it is time. Let the immense summer go.
Lay your long shadows over the sundials
and over...

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Eggs He Ate Thinking, Life Is Just Not Fair

When high noon rays waken a sleeping man
window's glare never thought into his plan
just another problem in...

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