Long Bewitchment Poems

we came from different worlds
cowboy boots and motorcycle
she carried pen and paper as did i
hers was to communicate with the world
mine was the labor in poems
i walked the high iron
she taught the deaf to speak
a...

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      As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy 
metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, 
illness drools plus plus halcyon?
drawn too many wrinkles...

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Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the Horny Toad)
by Michael R. Burch

He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in...

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Moon Lake
by Michael R. Burch

Starlit recorder of summer nights,
what magic spell bewitches you?
They say that all lovers love first in the dark...
Is it true?
Is it true?
Is it true?

Starry-eyed seer of all that appears
and all that...

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i took her riding
this time my venue, not hers
she loves horses, i am no equestrian
i am beyond saddle sore now
trail rides where every bird is identified
a short illumination of the species
mine are in this little...

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Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas.
This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation.
Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain,
Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you,
Is all...

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you think I'm simple minded because I'm nice
when all I said was never fear knowledge
after assassinating my inner constable
to no on stage ill effect whatsoever
jury selection being finally recognized 
as a ghost in the compulsory...

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you think I'm simple minded because I'm nice
when all I said was never fear knowledge
after assassinating my inner constable
to no on stage ill effect whatsoever
jury selection being finally recognized
as a ghost in the compulsory banquet...

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It was wonderment.
The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves. 
To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement.
Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions.

It was almost trickery, but I knew...

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I’m thankful that I’m a woman
With the power to beguile
With charm at my fingertips
And bewitchment in my smile

I’m proud to be a woman
Of genders the fairer one
With a silken soft beauty
And aura to match the...

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Oh, I have this inescapable preoccupation,
since a child wrapped in pleasing delusions and intense words;
I am haunted-  possessed with a single-minded fixation,
writing in solitude while listening to morning birds.

Since a child wrapped in...

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Is this beautiful summerbird what it seems                            ...

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i am still at times, in shadows
watching you in the world
stealing glances
when the world has drawn you away
there is a beauty i can clearly see
when the picture is devoid of me
meeting for lunch
i step back...

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With her bright red eyes; yellowish tiny tail-tip,
Pale green wings; greenish yellow-glowing mantle strip; 
This golden Oriole has great tales to tell,
Her enchanting feature has great magical spell...

Yellow-orange chest; gray head; silvery slate back,
Bold white...

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it is often said, love is blue
a poor anodyne for crushed hearts
pity them dearly that after years
they fail to understand
the mirror holds the cynosure
they truly adore
once miraculous, now commonplace
magic surrendered to logic
fails the child within
the...

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Falling For The Second Time


Did I just fall again
Took a tumble down
I think I did
The satin brown red 
And left a burglar mark
Of impassioned fingerprints
And disheveled my breath

Did I once come up for air
From under...

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The soft wind climbs higher into the air 
And stays there swirling around the world,
In a flow that floats through the atmosphere 
Watering earth with rain from the clouds.

The soft wind blows upon the tress...

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"our song"

if we chose a song what would it be
a concept to match this love affair
something telling of you and me
embracing kisses here and there
whispers making emotions flow

from the first word to the last
to feel...

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Just want to make a committment;
it ain't an argument
but it is to augment
my most valuable agreement
with my Father, Creator of the whole firmament.

It is not a compliment;
but I want to use it to complement
my most...

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As Halloween approached,
a middle-age redhead,
working in a coffee shop,
boldly wore a spider pin.
It had a massive body
of ruby-colored glass,
and was, in subdued lighting,
as striking as her smile.
In that one adornment
of child-like abandon,
she loaned me a...

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The Final Strokes

The many hued sparklers were dappling the almost cindered sky
Turning the sunset from gilded gold to ochery orange.
Michael Angelo's brushes were yet busy with his final strokes
Of separating light and darkness on his...

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Shall we continue the praise of the moon?
Or of the monk and the nun?
Shall our glottis be lean on the herbs?
Or on the slacken nerves?

Shall our words be drained on mountains?
Or our inks on the...

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time is not a spell - porous plague:
bounty bewitchment squinching crest,
la-de-da odds fostering surge,
drooling dirge heaving lanky lurch

time ain't perforated portion
ascribed by nocturnal nature:
hankering hectares feigning fields,
swaying swigs, fused figs, sumptuous spree

time outsmarts a tool...

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beauty is not the spell of sight;
airy alakazam mars might
la-de-da leases passion prunes
bounty bewitchment urges glued

neither is beauty smeared music;
crumbling crescendos pruning panic
moaning melody, rustic riffs
concerto grosso feelings prick

beauty is all but tampered fate;
generous nature...

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