Long Aperitif Poems

Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.

Mine must be art-official?zenlike Art?
a...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems about the earth, climate change, global warming, extinction events, and mankind's role on an endangered world ...



Polish
by Michael R. Burch

Your fingers end in talons?
the ones you trim to...

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It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with ripe yellow
And orange squash
He was born in a little
Wooden house...

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Martial Translations

Coq au vin (Cook or wine)
by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you merely an éclair to the greedy?

2.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are...

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"Thoughts of a Sexual Nature"


Vivid thoughts of you,
in your birthday suit.
Sprawled on my living room floor,
anxiously you wait
for what you came here for.
Long toned legs,
a rippled mid-section.
I want to hear you beg,
you caused this erection.

Incense...

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Cloudless the sky over beautiful water,
Sunlight at dawn as the day starts to break,
Open the blinds to let in the new day and,
Smile as the sunshine confirms they’re awake.
Croissants for breakfast with strong filter coffee,
Shower...

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Can intimacy be labeled as de trop?
I don't think. My sister offers me critique
Of such silly actions! But I still crave more!
Our nights together were just majestique.

Before heading out we take aperitif
By the pool, in...

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The Pleasure of your Company
                      is Requested 
      ...

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While ambling down the boulevard,
I spied a swanky canopy.
As member of the avant-garde,
The classy bistro suited me.

When greeted by the maitre'd,
I nonchalantly said, "Just one."
He smiled and nodded graciously.
My gourmand venture had begun.

As soon as...

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As an aperitif to understand the essence of thought
Blood of a young tortoise touched my lips
Seldom as it is - pure ichor – I whisper’d in a trot
Let me get drunk on it while deifying...

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I am not a ball, after you’ve played 
You just leave it somewhere on the ground, 
Rolling to rest on its self.

I am not a food, 
Or a Chinese aperitif, when ever 
You don’t like,...

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Diner Pour Deaux     Moi et Toi    
  (Dinner For Two       Me and You)

   
I've laid a quilt on this...

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Eagle 
 
  Dalliance up above in the stratosphere,
  Sailing stead in the smooth creamy cloud
  Like the Almighty Angelic machine in Azure,
  Like the beastly Griffin running missive among
 stars.
...

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It brought me to my senses,

The wild contempt of lavender

Tiptoeing safely to each nostril -

As the gangly zephyrs took heed,

In brief wrangles a moments peak,

Telling me, what month it was. 

A place where thoughts may...

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Emotions are breaking me like horses now
Will I let them force me to drag their plow?
They are given control by what I allow
What I want; but will not let them disavow

Each breath I take; makes...

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This is a poetry eerily populated with ghosts and mummies and zomboid creatures who go on living though dead from love.

— Patrick McGarth*

ZOMBOID CREATURES

no way out of the well…ceaseless pulley.
     ...

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Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch

"Women, wine, song ..."

It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease

and pale salacious oils, it would ease 
its way...

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After a trying day, I find
That a dip in the realms of poetrysoup
Is like a warm bath with bubbles around
So relaxing,, so reviving of the mind - 
Firstly I soap myself with words of others
Rinsing...

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Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger

For every goodbye must be a hello
Even if no one arrives home
Welcome your darkness, don't go
My mistrusted...

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Wine of multi nuanced flavour,
Many coloured & aromas to savour;
Final judgment,always in the taste,
Swirled & swallowed without haste.

Bottles,magnums & jereboam,
Bouquets,hints oflemon & jam;
Chadonnay,Shiraz,Sauvignon
Tempranillo,Merlot jostle in a throng.

Wein,germanic,labelled methodical,
Whitesunsurpassed & gastronomical;
Top of the list,Bernkastel Moselle,
As aperitif...

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Hug a tree..
Because you see..
A tree will thank you..

As you live..
A tree will give..
You oxygen and quite a shade..

On a hot summers day..
Walking along the bay
Feeling you stepped out of a sauna
Scorching hot sun beating...

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I've travelled some distance now. 
Left you behind somehow, nestling 
in the newspapers which wrapped the glasses. 

Time passes 


Memories in a box and stored in the loft 
with the duplicate bits and pieces 
we...

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part from form traps
just a push to schizophrenic
In this abyss of reality abysmally real
My lone ness hides amongst annunciated words
and the presses ash...

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Sometimes words make me melt!
Like that anise-flavored, OUZO, the
Greek aperitif.
On hot cheese the waiter pours it.
A match is lit and the dish, of course, 
lights up.
Don’t ask why, but wow, it makes my
heart melt!

Poets words...

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The Glass Bottom Restaurant

The glass bottom restaurant,
has seafood as main fare.
Seated out beyond the shore,
over ocean, surf and air.

The roof is the open sky.
The walls are windows all around.
You step in at the end of...

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