Long Barricaded Poems

Poems of Recanted Bachelorhood

bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u
are
charming
& disarming,
but mostly ALARMING
since my resolve
dissolved!

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Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch

Beth, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...

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What Goes Around, Comes
by...

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LOVE POEMS III by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, relationships, devotion and marriage. 


Violets
by Michael R. Burch

Once, only once,
when the wind flicked your skirt
to...

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On that night the moon seemed hidden from her starry brothers
The kind of night not suited for the fighters nor the lovers
I ventured out only to put out the low burning lamp
When there I saw...

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Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting,...

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"The Formidable Gambit"



Silence 
calculated and distinct

conspiring with rules
plays within the 
confined squares

of a strict and
ruthless mind
preying on all moves

untraceable 
unpredictable 
irretrievable 

in the opening move
the long-legged fly
is caught in the web

silvery and slippery 
life remains...

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I hope that you have barricaded your doors and sealed your windows up tight, because there is a train barreling down these tracks that is about to uproot your life
The plan is already in motion,...

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Dragon snuck in with the Basement Trolls, to watch a movie, one fine night.
They watched “The Day of the Triffids”, unbeknownst to us, creating our plight.
The next morning all Heck broke loose as we piled...

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I felt the touch of the breeze on my face from my sleep
Oh! With the morning sun, i woke with a flip
And there staring at me, is a lady in her teen
I, surprised but not...

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Part One

There was a time not so long ago you had respect for life 
A lust for living with a spirit that wasn't meant to die 
What ever happened to the man once identified inspiring...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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I am the bird that is in the cage
choosing to fly in the enormous sky
I am not a avaricious of liberation and exhale
Only deciding to display some absurdity
act the absurdity and live the absurdity
But, why...

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Johnny always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps,
as soon as he turned 18 he joined the US Army-
He wanted to live of life of honor, free of regret,
so he joined the one and only...

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Inspired by "Synth moments" 
instrumental.
Green tape instrumentals 
record by Evidence of Dilated 
Peoples.

Without this! All is... completely 
senseless,
Competing myself in search for 
enhancement,
Without this! Light dims behind 
the eclipse,
Without this! I don't even know 
what...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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What is this...that's what we whispered after our first kiss,
Ever since that blissful moment our connection became tighter than the world's champ fist.
Accidentally we became closer...coincidentally our hearts became in tune,
Our souls started to gracefully...

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Canvas, calm, grinning. . .blank
Had words screamed, scarecrows trapped on the poles of their creators,
Had words formed psalms that barricaded the strongholds of the heart,
Divine despair would desperately take hold again,
Embellishing the muse
To smile, the...

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Fractured, and torn
Inside I am warn.
Branded and burned
But it’s not your concern.
Splinters sting inside of my heart
Not sure how to pick them apart.
Seen so many lies draped in smiles
This is my life, these are my...

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There's a way through this fire, there's a way through this hell. 
But the exit I seek is gone for all I can tell. 
All I see are closed doors and dead ends. 
There are...

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lub dub, lub dub  echoes of the heart
just one sound that will tear it apart
its reins will tighten and choke the air sacks
fuselage lines squeezed  from the fortress of  plaques

the alarm is...

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One, two, three, 
Then a change of scene. 

Falls were always so calm, 
The winters comfortable. 
Summers were warm,
But the spring was always a little unstable. 

The only constant in my life has been change,...

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What have I gotten myself into
What have I done
Why, and why
out of everyone on the planet
why did it have to be...
Please no one spark a conversation with me
I just want to be alone with my...

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A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank

key teachers approximately
     42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago...

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A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank

key teachers approximately
     42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago...

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