Long Alleyways Poems

Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds (I)



Flight
by Michael R. Burch

It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as hummingbird wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence...



Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching...

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It started with a phone call on that cold October night. The deputy from Dibbly, Billy Joe - was on the line.
Told me he was callin’ out the local “rescue squad” to help with finding...

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As dawn unfolds today beyond my fractured windowpane,
a breeze beguiles the ashen drapes. Like snakes they slip aside,
revealing wanton worlds that race and run aground, insane,
immersed in scenes obscene that savants strive to mask and...

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I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes,
Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose.

I lavished absurdly upon my wardrobe, in excess of what was practical,
Like...

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ALONE AND FORGOTTEN, THIS OLD MAN WANDERED AROUND,
THROUGH GUTTERS AND ALLEYWAYS, ALONE IN THIS TOWN.
ONCE, HE WAS WEALTHY, OR AT LEAST HAD SOME DOE,
BUT WHY HE LEFT IT BEHIND; NO ONE SEEMED TO KNOW.
VISITING THE...

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DEDICATED TO ALL
MY CHILDREN NEAR AND FAR.
 
What is in my heart for you -
Is what has been in my heart- period dot, dot, dot. 
My heart is filled. 
Brimming with love for you ...

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*** ENDURING ***

(A Part Two about my recent illness, following “Lunacy Loo Flies.”

Fear
Stepped into the holes of my weakness
To impede my pace to recovery, 
Absorbing the basic radiant light —

My going forth walk had previously...

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Click! Click!
Scribble, scribble

Don't know how to start
All I know is I have to write
Been sitting on some deep thoughts
And even deeper emotions
My last poem revealed my darkest thoughts
But here's the thing
If God is real I'm...

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O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them in my hand...so when you are blue...so blue
so deep dark blue...you can come to me 
I will open my hand and you can wonder...wonder...wide...

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The Story: 

ragged faded 
lady hoarder, 
dumpster-diving 
diva boarder, 
dancin' to the tune 
of her Dandelion Wine. 

milky-eyed maiden, 
peddles paper posies, 
masticating carnivore, 
toothless, useless whore. 
not on her best night! 
not anymore! 

acclimated...

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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,
passing chambers of an Heiress
(though no need to feel embarrassed)
through a magic mystic mirror hanging curtainless.

A glimpse near naked alleyways (denuded by the moon) ex-
poses...

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Don't worry about her they said
Her bark is worse than her bite
But what they didn't know
Is that she used her claws to fight

Suddenly she changed before their eyes
The abusers stopped and stared
She had finally had...

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What's in writing?
What makes one to author something from the absolute scratch?
What is the science of this art?
Is it just the perceptible version of the human thought or something-deep lies within this solemn form of...

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That Blessed Door

O the rain...the rain...the falling rain 
that fell and fell and fell again 
keeping you from my door...O my door...that blessed door! 

O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them...

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Dawn Forever Rising

It starts

Street lights fade
their tiny soft-winged tenants flee
checkerboard facades change
last night's illumined squares now dark
become but yesterday's portals
some polished
some weather streaked
all reaching to reflect first breath

Steam ascends from the city's vacuum
gratings rattle with...

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Minuette flew over cobblestones much faster than herself, moving swifter than her thoughts could carry her, to reach their obvious conclusions up ahead. Metal cleated tap shoes made an awful racket racing through the labyrinthine...

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Remember the days of
                   yesteryear
when family ties were
         ...

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Wow well that's clever. I mean really really intelligent. Must have done all the research well. And drawn exact plans as to not make any errors. Roaring fires sit down in an ice bucket whilst...

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Like block shaped wheels our lives stumble at the chapters we write
Corners seem dark and teeming with doubt,
alleyways call in echoes of our name,
as if tempting us to crawl when we cannot walk

“Fear begins the...

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"Beyond lychgate lies future death" she says,
cucumbered eyes slid back under cauliflower sky,
brimming smithereens of harkening demons.

Been in saddle some time since torchlight began,
a child's silent castle ago. Chaos-times cut alleyways
through rose-lettered circles, reads trashy...

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The alleyways within the maze are paved with rats and mice.

Evangelists with moneyed fists collect the sacrifice

from losers scorned and rubes reborn, and promise paradise,

while in the back they cook some crack, inhale, and roll...

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 There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the 
self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be...

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Humanity Upon the Falling

Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture 
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture 
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture

Wondering through...

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Humanity Upon the Falling

Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture 
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture 
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture

Wondering through...

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