Fountainhead
by Michael R. Burch
I did not delight in love so much
as in a kiss like linnets' wings,
the flutterings of a pulse so soft
the heart remembers, as it sings:
to bathe there was its transport, brushed
by marble lips, or porcelain,—
one liquid kiss, one cool outburst
from pale rosettes. What did it mean ...
to float awhirl on minute tides
within the compass of your eyes,
to feel your alabaster bust
grow cold within? Ecstatic sighs
seem hisses now; your eyes, serene,
reflect the sun's pale tourmaline.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetica Victorian, PW Review, Nutty Stories (South Africa), Inspirational Stories, Poetry Life & Times
Categories:
linnets, solitude,
Form: Sonnet
you locked
up shadows
in old chests
with rusty hinges
and ramshackle fittings
those fields of tulips
seemed steeped
in blood & the weight
a thousand years
suspended from
ropey tendrils swathed
in straw , live twine
the poplars wresting
sudden gales from
the coast
their tall outlines
accusing the ochre wastes
beyond and the striated
skies while swathes
of linnets sweep by
screechings , wings aflutter
hastening the dusk
premonitions of thunder head
down the headlands streaming
Categories:
linnets, beautiful, change, strength,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
What can make us happy
Who is happy?
Let's see, one with a smile
Or one with peace
And let's say a one with money
The smile will fade
With the changing weather
And the money will go
With the blowing wind
Only the peace will stay
Forever with you
Even if you have no one
It will be your companion
How to be happy?
It's super simple
Just, add good friends
Subtract bad deeds
Multiply your knowledge
And divide your greediness
And if we say in our daily life
We just have to follow these days
Rise up with the rising sun
Cheer up with the singing linnets
Walk with the natures beauty
And that's all ,you're happy than ever.
Categories:
linnets, happiness,
Form: Lyric
Don’t be nervous,
Nor do you grieve,
Oh, Bard, soothe ,
In life’s destined gloom.
True,
Callous have ages been,
To man and beast the same.
Often did he trample,
Many a mass massively.
Leaving no marks
Of compassion ,
Still, in papyrus
Did he found
The last bliss .
Moods, thoughts,
Passions and instincts
Had its due blend
In pure minds,
For meager words
To turn immortal,
For Monuments to dare
The time untamed.
On the chariot
Of savage sayings
Did his emotions migrate
Meandering mind-miles.
Still do they remain
Fluttering as flags
Lauding slogans
Of daring insights,
While the instant blog
Maggots do bud
And vanish
In the fleeting digital rut.
Moon has lost
Her bashful silver,
Swallows and cuckoos,
Linnets and Jai birds,
All have their songs
In tone so feeble
On the banks
Of bleeding brooks.
Categories:
linnets, history,
Form: Verse
Whence love with unconfined Wings faith within my gates,
And my divine Peachy brings to whis at the grates whence
I lie tangled In Her hair and fettered to Her Eye, the gods that wanton In the Air
Know no such liberty. whence flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying
A Poet our Brotherfuly mineralists art roses bound our Hearts with loyal fames;
Whence thirsty grief In wine we steep, whence healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple In the deep know no such liberty whence, like committed linnets,
I with shriller victory shall sing the sweetness, mercy, majesty, and glories of my
King; whence I shall voice aloud how good poetry, Is how great should sound,
Enlarged poetic Winds, that curl the flood know no such liberty.
Categories:
linnets, black african american,
Form: Shape