Long Argent Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems VII

These are early poems I wrote as a boy and as a teenager.

The Leveler
by Michael R. Burch

The nature of Nature
is bitter survival
from Winter’s bleak fury
till Spring’s brief revival.

The weak implore Fate;
bold men...

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Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of...

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 La Fête foraine de Scarborough (La Version complète)
 
      For the medieval English poet and Simon and Garfunkel 
-	In admiration -

Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ?
(Sur la côte d'une...

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God meant well
But, when he created heaven, he also created hell.
When he created Jesus, his brother, The Devil fell.
Like a jilted fly in the sacred ointment
Every day since has been his long day of atonement.
...

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You have grown to be such a man
yet, I cannot help but see the boy in you
you are my Son, who wears many uniforms
as your father, I cannot help but be Proud,

I see you march...

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Celebration of Las Animas

The shadows know
When I shout into the void
Of obsession’s chaos that swallows even darkness,
Fractured light in jaundiced eyes,
Where withering blasts of winter hibernate in masquerades,
Promises lay in crumpled thoughts of raging anxieties
To...

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I`ve tried to spend my life here bona fide,
But almost no one surely realized... 
Here`s fact which`s worse than offence and than evil -
Indifference`s omnipresent, all the time...

Don`t walk out with my figure, scratched and...

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Argent moons myriad known, beneath an endless zenith sky
When hotter suns unaltered and stars ruled as aperture fever of a night
Around a fire this Naabeeho song begun, sung louder than a heaven's choir
As “Soaring Feather”...

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A gracious silver silhouette
For a mirage, a solemn bet
I shall pull on strings with invisible fingers
For a feeling that forever in the land lingers

A declaration of utmost infatuation
Romance, the name of the situation
Sitting on my...

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From the dusty street of Homs I write
Head buried in ashes- white
Hopes piled up in monumental rubble
 hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble
A motherless child cries in the still
My home, a deserted paradise
Where birds wail for...

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There's an inimical solemnity
dissolving the loveliness
of the last day of spring;
I sought solitude and awareness
from the very beginning,
but this farewell won't depart from me!

Along the the shady and dusty road so solitary,
I pick ripe strawberries...

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Bonsoir 
He had greeted the trader, for it was evening.
An unusual day it was, the sun still smiling
And shedding light on dark mother earth.

At 37 minutes après l'heure de 7.
In the market place 
Et les...

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Let tonight be red, 
red as a glowing conflagration usually is.
As a fiery meteor crashes upon the earth,
so these argent moonbeams kiss your eyelids,
and enkindle the fire of concupiscence,
which, for me,
is more psychedelic than the...

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I remember the weight of your glasses
Every time I see them on some dorky hero
Springtime brings stupid memories
Dragged those words on your skin to bring us to zero

And they get me going like a voice...

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Narrow streets overlooked by red-tiled roofs,
lie brightly in the April sun while small robins
nap  in the branches of the blooming buds,
but awakened by the voices of vibrant youths.

The young nuns in black attire, cross...

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(Nakshatra is Sanskrit word for constellation of stars )
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A midnight canopy diapered in silvery dust
glows celestial light into massive vastness ,
where rapturous brilliance of pearly crystals 
celebrate a prismatic festival of ballet dance.

Burning perpetual...no past...

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I lie on a bed of grass, huddled beneath
this vast expanse of night sky
with the breeze passing in light swirls
over my upturned face,
all my senses alight.

I gaze at that smooth disc
of ardent argent,
unmarred by confining...

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Chaste and more graceful
Than the white canvassed Dhow:
Reclines sweet Nefertiti 
Upon a Blue Nile breeze.
Fabled entity more whiter
Than the purest white snow
That thickly blankets
And folds over the wide Pyrenees.

Dipped is thy beak 
Into a harvesters...

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(Written for a contest “Write a poem based on a poem.’
Inspired by: “My Cat Is High, and So Am I” by Thomas W. Case)

Honey, I was stoned, so stoned.
I hardly knew what was going on.
That’s...

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Islands in the Stream

Islands linked together like forged argent charms, 
In straights of silent, surging currents,
Where Watchtowers of Fresnel lens sound fog sirens
Where sacred shoals harbor shame forgiven;
Lightships built high on cribs and Keys of...

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Moonlight is my favored language
It  shades  aglow,
Though cold night etches  wilted boughs
Raking the muddied fields--
Lean willows change into argent gold:

In dripping furrows of hollowness
Fragile seed stalks
Glimmer against pale weeds
As tassels of orb’s...

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Scarce a year it was before my birth,
that Lindy set The Spirit down
at Le Bourget one night
and all the old voitures
as suddenly lit up the runway
with their headlights. 
as he taxied to a stop.

Thirty years...

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Winter’s Fantasies

Winter walks the mountain hills at nightfall
Breathlessly awaiting evening’s first flakes of snow, 
An alpine carnival that rowdy clouds threatened to toss upon their faces;
When, at last, the brumaled storm releases a snowy masquerade
Sweet...

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I believed you when you say u watch
Me grow.
Believe u say your the first person 
In this family.
Making me look up to be you
Days to come.

Believe you say will move nations 
Won't enter into all,...

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ANGELS : Ancient Aliens

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