Long Awning Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems V

Poetry
by Michael R. Burch

Poetry, I found you
where at last they chained and bound you;
with devices all around you
to torture and confound you,
I found you—shivering, bare.

They had shorn your raven hair
and taken both...

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Poems about Poems III

Radiance
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus?hard toil?
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes?dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea but...

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I woke up this morning form a puss nap to face the miserable day screaming in my back, I turned around to see who it was but I did not see anyone and suddenly my...

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The remnant of last year’s summer bash lays bear on the ground
Staring at me without a smile or a frown, they just looked at me sitting on the big rock on the other side of...

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gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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An Icy cold, sweet treat.
                       Often starts with vanilla, cookie cream,
  ...

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These Hallowed Halls
by Michael R. Burch

I

A final stereo fades into silence
and now there is seldom a murmur
to trouble the slumber
of these ancient halls.

I stand by a window where others have watched
the passage of time, alone,
not...

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childhood (puzzle poem)

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Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.  
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness. 
They crisscross like dueling knights.  People in the crosswalk scamper 
as if squirrels and...

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The bird on the hill wakes up early in the morning pulling and shaking the awning giving rise to a tempestuous heat that resides in the deep. 

 It is not one of those cool...

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I noticed her limp immediately
when she sat next to me on the bench
in the park outside of the Prado.
I inquired about her deep brown eyes
behind her octagonal glasses
that looked sad and defeated.
“I was robbed here...

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The deep fake is running wild in the street, messing with the people you meet, it has turned my voice into  a money making machine and exposed my well thought out dreams. Some things...

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An icy breeze runs briskly through my branches.
Branches once adorned with luscious green needles
Now charcoal black and broken, growth given no chances.
I shudder and reminisce when my branches stood like steeples, 
When I thrived in...

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Her chin was resting between her knees
Her fingers were running smoothly through the sand
She didn’t notice my arrival
She just sat, staring out at the ocean

I could hear the drop of the hallowed cave
It echoed and...

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a man paraphrased "AMEN" UNDER AN AWNING AT THE DAWNING OF ANOTHER DEPLORABLE DAY
AND SUMMONED FORTH THE WORDS OF PROPHECY THE HOLY SPIRIT URGED HIM TO SAY
IT WAS AN AWNING UNDER A BUILDING ON BROADAY...

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As spring unfurls its mystical charm 
and masterly sprinkles star-dust
to rouse nature from the cradle of slumber.
Joy overspreads through the excited cool breeze
that carries the invitation to each and every one.
It's the much awaited lovable...

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“AMEN” SAID A MAN
A prophet paraphrased “Amen” under an  awning at the dawning of another blessed day
And summoned forth the words of prophecy the Holy Spirit made of him to say
It was an awning...

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I heard a loud rattling on the roof,
I thought it was the dog playing with my shoes
the rattling gets louder and louder so I went to
inquire but it was the rain pouring down
and a ferocious...

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[Continued from Part Three]



Thereupon the elder gave them all a single cart.
It was tall and broad with gems adorning every part
and had bells on all four corners plus a balustrade
surrounding, with a hanging awning offering...

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"Mans Search For Meaning" ~ Viktor E. Frankl
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"You have a way with words," she said

As I walked her to her car, after class....

Sitting at the Revue, underneath a brightened purple
awning

Sharing a piece of lemon cake...

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Frigid white cloud of breath is formed
	in cold black darkness at mountains feet
blows away on cool biting wind
	as I wait for bright breaking Dawn

shouldering pack of heavy orange
	to climb the trail twisting and steep
to slowly...

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It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging 
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night...

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"Mans Search For Meaning"~Viktor E. Frankl
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"You have a way with words," she said

As I walked her to her car, after class....

Sitting at the Revue, underneath a brightened purple
awning

Sharing a piece of lemon cake of some...

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Christmas Lights                               
by Robert (Bob)...

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Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
 
To you, I say, in...

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