Long Blackbird Poems

These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade. 

as Time walked by
by Michael R. Burch

yesterday i dreamed of us again,
when
the air, like honey,
trickled through cushioning grasses,
softly flowing,...

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Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds (I)



Flight
by Michael R. Burch

It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as hummingbird wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence...



Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching...

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Since childhood I was always fascinated with nature
Curious to know how plants grow 
Always intrigued by the ingenuity of ants 
And mesmerized by the coordination 
And spectacular tactics of birds. 

Birds come in different colors...

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No skills involved,
just natural instincts.

No spiritual development skills, 
leftbrain worded messages 
about rightbrain instinctive 
natural/spiritual, 
indigenously multicultural 
yang-out/yintegrity resonance 

Like singing and dancing, 
sucking and copulating, 
olding and young scolding, 

Persistently historic 
resilient 
LeftBrain verbal...

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In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day, a dashing young officer with a brilliant red uniform he...

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flying over Gulf of Mexico
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Stevie Ray's guitar spurred the 1980s blues boom.
He wasn't like any other guitarist.
Inspired by Buddy Guy, Albert King, and Albert Collins...
He linked blues and rock in the late 1960s.
He ruled the American blues from 1983...

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Not Taller At All

There were birds in the garden. There were birds in the air. 
There were birds on the rooftops. There were birds everywhere. 
But one certain blackbird thought he could be best. 
He...

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That godless sound
His head explodes at 6:01am
Same as every day
He falls out of bed
Steps on the cat
Slides into his slippers
Shuffles to the kitchen
Puts the coffee on
Bumps his head on the cupboard door
Again
Sits down and looks...

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This is the story of Frank and Rose
Frank would seem an odd man
Rose was just Rose

They didn't have much money but valued each-other more than wealth
They'd watch a sunset together and wonder on the miracle...

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Yardbirds are hopefully smug cockfully strutting, 
     cutting a rug?

         Parked car birds are vigilant vigilantes? 

      ...

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"50 Words for Poe: Strangelove"


Strangelove was waiting  
in Holdnerness
He was anticipating 
with a certain glee 
The “Arrival” of 
Ms Bon Vivant, her sharpness
and sharing conversation 
over Kumquat Jam, Scones and 
clotted cream at High...

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"50 Words for Poe: Prodigal"



Homeward bound
Prodigal hides his eyes
from the prying 
Pride stops his soul
from crying 


Sun burns his 
blue eyes blind
Too long in the long shadows 
a sunshineless cage blue sky denied
He has lost...

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Working over Birk’s Works and other tunes my saxophonist admires—
Cheesecake, Blackbird—for the theoretical, applied mathematics
inside an abstract, audial harmonization of the Big Bang and The Fall.

The derivative reveals the slope of the tangent along the...

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(alternately titled: impossible mission goes awry
probably mortal enemy cast spell binding jinx)

Both mental versus
physical tasks necessitate
laser sharp attentiveness
triggered within blinks
similarly on par when people toast
momentary instance utter silence

before more'n one
wine glass simultaneously clinks
cheering hurray, especially
if...

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COOKING POT

I looked around me, everything was dark
as if my own eyes were completely shut,
that the would have come to an end,
my eyelids were very heavy,-
like I had a sleeping spell on me,
I was seeing...

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AT ONE WITH NATURE

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The sun shines, brightly lights my day. My garden verdant many hues of green. Greater speedwell, resilient, blooms no matter the season. Late spring, early summer it explodes. Late Jack Frost, it...

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It’s been a very reasonable day. Just a light shower or two
walking along these country lanes, round each corner, a different view.
But it’s getting late now and darkness will soon be here
there’s a haunting sound...

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The Ings showed the scars of a dust blooded past
The heavy air clouds came in way too fast
A pool outcrop showed a shining light
The air grew thin on the Ings that night

Noises were heard, movement...

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solitude descending over mountains at tangerine dusk,
  a mellifluous Nightingale perched among green foliage and tender twigs,
           crooned nature's most graceful sonata of happiness...

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flying over Gulf of Mexico, the boundless tranquil emerald water
             not going to stop until I reach my destination ....
  the vision of a beautiful...

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True Happiness.
.
True happiness
Doesn’t belong to the rich
Who are often blind
For true happiness
Is much more than just a feeling
But a state of well-being and a state of mind
That often can not be defined
.
The release from Burdon
With...

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Ash Groves

“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander 
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander 
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird...

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Today I heard an ancient song that took me by surprise,
A song that since creation had filled our country skies.
A song that has for centuries filled mans heart with joy,
A song that brought back memories...

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