Long Big apple Poems

Rejection Slips 3

Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch

Whenever my writing gets rejected,
I always wonder how the rejecter got elected.
Are we exchanging at the same Bourse?
(Excepting present company, of course!)

When editors reject my poems, did I slip...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems IV
I wrote this around age 17.



Bible Libel
by Michael R. Burch

If God
is good
half the Bible
is libel.

I read the Bible from cover to cover at age eleven, ten chapters per day, at the suggestion...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of...

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I will begin my story with this concise summary,
Of the amazing things that have happened to me;

After I had lost a home, where I'd lived my life long,
So they could build a highway, for the...

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	GREEN DAY – revisited
     Although the following poetic/prosaic material written January eighteenth two thousand and eighteen, I came across these encapsulated, enclosed, encoded, and encrusted with barnacle clad body electric of...

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It’s Christmas Eve, Babe
In the car pound
It shouldn’t be this way
Should not have been found

But I’m the lucky one
I am the thirteenth one
And when I got a scare
I hi-tailed out of there

But everywhere I went
It...

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COFFEE
       HOUSE 
       BLUES


I am
in the A.M.
Am I ?
I think I am!

It is A.M.
in the coffee house
down on MacDougal
down the stairs
behind closed doors
another...

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Nine nine  

A story I needed to find  

My credentials were declined  

But it was Sunday, I did not mind  

Honestly, I tried  

Decided, ‘take a ride’  

Into the...

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After Tom left, Bill slugged down his coffee, donned his Stetson and slipped out the side 
entrance. Tom saw him for a split second and quickly looked up at the ceiling as if he didn’t....

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While listening to Schumann’s “Arabesque” 
and “Fantasiestüche” for the Mozart B flat Sonata,
I feel the warmth and love that’s powerful within;
a moment of instrospection, a source of intervention.

I live in a wonderful country, beautiful and...

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That train took us north after our Washington D.C. stop,
Suddenly there it was looming grand on the horizon.
I told Ernie I was so excited to see the Big Apple,
He blinked up at me with that...

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May it not be uttered and may my lips be sealed. I don't like how it makes me feel. It gives no thrill. It has no appeal. So often, it does not heal and seldom...

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Somewhere in her white house 
There was a gray future spouse 
Looking for cheese 
Doing as he please 
Enchanting accent came from the mouth 
A drawing sound noting the south 
Filled with luring charm 
Made...

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I'm not running races but like most people, I'm going places.                        ...

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No ... there would be no happy end to this story ...

No shining horizon or shimmering visions of tomorrow,
No joyous rhapsody of angels to greet us at the end of THIS tunnel.
The Big Apple was...

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Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/  EAST COAST JAZZ  in the fifties, sixties/
 Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/
 LPs stacked high vinyl...

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El Dorado
by Michael R. Burch

It's a fine town, a fine town,
though its alleys recede into shadow;
it's a very fine town for those who are searching
for an El Dorado.

Because the lighting is poor and the streets...

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They hit the road before the break of dawn kicking down doors rattling gates and slamming car doors. “The computer people a goh kill the woman ova there so, we a goh murder her!” threat...

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She walks in the green welsh fields 
with a basket in her hands 
She’s Gathering jasmines flowers 
and singing as loud as she can

and under a big cherry tree 
She sits when she needs to...

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Fatima was always dressed up fittingly as any occasion called for 

Today one might call her a performance artist but she was

A hippie and child of God always good for some drama though 

Was not...

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Great Walls of Life

That Northern Wall  in Chicago:
With high hopes and unhindered confidence, in early 1974 I was sailing free as a bird. I felt prepared for any and everything that would attempt my...

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My memory lane
Entertainment in can’t complain
That would be lame
The Great White Way BROADWAY	
My time at the Town Hall Theater on West 43rd Street in New York City
A City big and wide known as the Big...

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This "plague" isn't going away anytime soon
we're openly told this is our new normal
to bend over and over without any lube-

There's much to be gained by prolonging the pain 
from the made in china masks...

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Charlotte and the bear came out of hibernation at exactly the same time.
The bear was irritable and hungry, and she looked tasty.
Don’t even think about it, I’ve killed bigger people than you before breakfast.
The bear...

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Hurrying and rushing even at eight,
usually just to avoid been late.
been doing this for a while and I am so accurate,
the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate,
the beauty of Nature and sight seeing,...

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