Tranquility is a tiny creature
who dances for me on the grass;
doing funny acrobatic stunts,
I love her twitchy fluffy tail;
My Lily
silly girl
sings shrilly
frilly twirls
so silly !
Languidly adorning cemetery gravesites
Imbued with grace, softly hushed purity
Libation of white lilies splayed upon gray grave
Yielding sentiments of love laden in mourning
Roadside Lilies Hiku 45
roadside lilies white
in full bloom with delight~
yearning for human sight.
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/|\ It was fresh and lively . . . /|\
** a yellow petal so bloomy . . .
But . . .
*** for only that morning...
/|\ it wilted and fell off . . . /|\
** brown and so brittle . . .
And . . .
*** the lily plant was dull...
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(Lily, summer 2025)
Lily Bug the Mighty Pug
Lily bug the mighty pug,
All 13 months and 15 pounds of,
Just goes to show the unbridled
Power of nature
Supremely confident
Maniacally enthusiastic
Without a clue of her limits
And adorably cute.
But perhaps most importantly is a hint
Of the joy and love
That resides in the heart
Of Life, all life,
Large and small, simple and complex
Resides as part of our nature
Ready, and always eager,
To shine.
(6/16/25)
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if thuh flower'z in thuh
prairie
solus
does one hear it's
abscission
thuh drop uv it's
corrolla
slide
bounce
roll
top thuh
kentucky grass
clover
earth
my
youth’s stem
broken-bent
appearance
of beautiful
in half of her face
in
a
m o m e n t of i m p a c t
acid torch of saint lily
These are my early poems, or juvenilia.
Analogy
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 19
Our embrace is like a forest
lying blanketed in snow;
you, the lily, are enchanted
by each shiver trembling through;
I, the snowfall, cling in earnest
as I press so close to you.
You dream that you now are sheltered;
I dream that I may break through.
Published by Borderless Journal (Singapore)
Keywords/Tags: Early poems, juvenilia, college, analogy, embrace, forest, snow, lily, dream
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buoyant lily holds onto its glimmer ... *)) against umbra of sky~
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Though the stem is bend
A lily has still ways
To show up its charms.
lily of the valley
divine cluster of bells
charisma on a stem
its perfume awakens nature
and announces spring's
long awaited homecoming
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The lily pad wanted to see some snow
She needed to travel, but where to go?
The mouth of the river had things to say
Beyond the green bridge, that is the way….
She was open to suggestions, of course.
A daughter of Zeus, niece of Thor, king of Norse
Pink sponge floated by and sprinkled on her ash
She jumped a bit, when a canoe gave a crash.
Scratch and scritch a path through the rubble
It is March, so you will not want any trouble
Or you will kill any outside chance
To cross the gully to play and dance
The lily pad listened to the frog named Paint
His eyes could pierce her soul, he liked her quaint
I want to see snow, she confided to this green man.
I am sure you can, he lied. I am sure you can.
You were the soothing wind to keep warm,
I was the hurricane, to only cause problems,
You were the moon, with whom people talk,
I was the Lily, nothing without your lights.
You were everything anyone could ever ask for,
I was a cobblestone, people stop over.
I was a book of blank pages, without the sprinkle of ink,
You were the book of beautiful words and completed, where my name wasn't, I think.
From now, until whenever,
She's just as clever
Divine and fine as wine
A dialect revived by queens and dutchesses
But a woman's heart is just as hard as a mason's arch
You are gonna need your library card
No more yielding to anything
Like my mythological lily or winged cupid
Distinguishing, but dreamy
Be gentle
Humble yourself to a mumble
But if we quarrel,
Do not reprehend.
If we break apart, I'll mend you!
I've got to be honest,
I need a tissue
I adore you
My mythological lily
I witnessed a body lying
On the dead earth while formless and dismal
A mire swollen and dying
From this body arose a child so small
Out of the flesh stinking of gall
A child whiter than a pearly lily
Who flew into paradise tranquilly
The foulness of flesh remained not
The child’s pureness left the world’s morbilli
For water and fire begot
Inspired by a passage from "Revelations of Divine Love" by Julian of Norwich, in the long text version.
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