Long Beaux Poems

State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W. ...

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It was late in the balmy springtime, and I was attending a lecture,
On a topic of great interest, which was the history of architecture.

As a great lover of beauty, I admired structural geometric designs,
Like the...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to...

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          Corpus

                     in words 
designs 
...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting

and all I remember
upon awaking

is: to Love sometimes
is...

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In my head, I’m in the library, at
a podium, before a microphone, looking
out into the faces of a yearning sea
of people, knowing they expect 
a little kindness but mostly, a lot of
answers from me. ...

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The Bottle
                                 ...

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LOVE’S APPLE RED LIPS

At night the horse appeared dark.
It stared like a dead man -
perhaps into the pit itself.

During the day - -
Up and down, he would go,
and children would hang on.

Mysteriously, the devil himself
unassembled...

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Let me show you the perimeter first Diamond with cool edges like water
Upon the shroudless sunshine of thirst That is the constellation he was after
Four well clad figures on the perimeter And a single soul...

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BILINGUAL  CONFRONTATION


She entrée-ed into the room and it was all so déjà vue
Because her Quebecois wiggle was timed to match the tango
But she’d met her match with the senorita from Peru 
Madre de dios...

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Aux lacs italiens

 
         Douce l'italie, ca n'est pas moi qui raillerai jamais tes
amants, méme quand la passion les emportant Bien au contraire,
les exces m'enchantent. Je me...

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The throne of the crow 
Dominates their subjects below
Scanning each plot of sow 
For the murders they can overthrow.
The two withered branches from the tallest trees
Seat the crow and its eyes to see that vast...

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Dialogue

When 2 people each have a glass of wine, and listen to the others viewpoint

Debate

When 2 people each drink a bottle of wine and make damn sure the other person knows they are right, both...

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PARENTAL ILLS

Fresh fallacy fall flat
Betwixt blenched beaux
Oldies goldies, modern crime
Lacerated denims, newish culture
Conventional crews, forgotten taws
Dearie draws near, dressed chamber
Old tent, increasing wails
Baggy laps, incessant sounds
Daunted, flabbergasted grips
Pleasurable, gratifying tips
Floppy fathers left in tears
Flooey spinsters...

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It was the last year of high school and there was a lack of beaux,
But then I got an invite. Whew, that was close!
So now the Prom was coming and I was going to go!
Mom...

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Scapes and Tales
Hearts and Fences
Tales of Joe Louie McMar

Book 1 - Canadian Bacon

Of Belle and Beaux
When I See You I Miss You
Marjorie and Isabella
The Jester and DeLilah
Peaches and Cream
The Struggle
Laura Can You Hear Me
Laura
Laura Mean
Canadian...

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She was looking my way, I had nothing to say,
Though I'd dreamed that this day would transpire;
With her beaux all around, why would she look at me
With such interest and playful desire?

She was heading my...

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Beneath the dam St. Vitus swam
Till he settled upon a bar
Where heaven's light reflected bright
In eyes fixed upon a star
No move he made, or mind he paid
When minnows gently kissed
Good night to him, who couldn't...

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ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE 

Good people all, with one accord, 
    Lament for Madam Blaize, 
Who never wanted a good word-- 
    From those...

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Simon has been to 7 Paralympic games, 
Starting with Barcelona and including Rio, 
He has a silver from Atlanta - 1992 planes,
A bronze Athens 2004, a bronze 2008 trio.

After a night out on his way...

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"REBELS" WAS THEIR NAME

Judge not, that ye be not judged.
 Matthew 7:1-3 KJV
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Each fair familiar feature of their face  
aglows with the dim lit day's assistance, 
rests upon strong shoulders reminiscent 
of roses bloom,...

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TRUST-IN ME by Jeanette Jones based on
Portrait No Twilight Confidences by Cecilia Beaux 1888

Confidently, she speaks, sure of her worthiness. 

Explaining how now, she gets it. 
All I need is faith, even the size of...

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This poem is based upon 'Landscape with the Fall of Icarus' by Pieter Bruegel
Also inspired by Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden~

No farmer or merchant felt the sound
That Icarus made when he had...

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Aching hands, aged and scarred
Wrinkled, arthritic with callouses so hard
Knuckles swollen from times being broken
Now weathered and weak, quite painful to open

In days of youth, they used to pick flowers
From weeds in fields in warm...

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Two Beach Strolling Sisters Discussing Their Savior

This was his virtue; that with head and heart  
He saw life sanely, from all mist apart, 
and spoke with such assurance as he showed  
our way...

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