Long Blurbs Poems

Poems about Poems (II)

Kin
by Michael R. Burch

for Richard Moore

1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss?
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any atmosphere,
but closest here...

2.
You seek an air
so clear,
so rarified
the effort leaves...

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The Making of a Poet
by Michael R. Burch

While I don’t consider “Poetry” to be my best poem—I wrote the first version in my teens—it’s a poem that holds special meaning for me; I call it...

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No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur...

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before...

here where you have...

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The State of the Art (I)
by Michael R. Burch

Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?

Are poets lacking fire,
their words too trite and forced?
What happened to desire?
Has...

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Sonnets XVII-XXIV

Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch

The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
of long-forgotten...

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MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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Legacy accompanied with inadequacy DESPAIR RING
uninvited GUESTS linkedin as the themes of mein kampf.

Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer
avails left and right alm
seeking succor Out Of Human Bondage
invisibles shackles bind head,
shoulders, knees and...

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Glory to thermodynamics in general...

and generation of heat in particular
cuz yours truly 
spoiled with trappings 
of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine 
to dwell in a self sufficient domicile,
where thrum of the central heater...
automatically activated 
upon...

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and spoils of Western Civilization.

Thrum of the central heater...
manually activated upon advent of twilight
(since yours truly not resident within "smart home"),
nevertheless warm cockles and muscles
appreciate basking, and luxuriating,
within climate controlled environment,
whether bone chilling deep freeze...

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Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms
seeking succor asper Somerset Maugham.

Mom mee whiz able to sic cure human bondage,
boot metastatic carcinoma snatched such balms
when tethered in utero umbilical connection,
etched bromide, which...

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Poems about Poets VI

beMused
Michael R Burch

Perhaps at three
you'll come to tea,
to have a cuppa here?

You'll just stop in
to sip dry gin?
I only have a beer.

To name the greats:
Pope, Dryden, mates?
The whole world knows their names.

Discuss...

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Upon rising, awakened by 
ripening scent teasing my nose, 
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter...

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I’m waiting for one of ‘those calls’
That involves a dear friend,
May not have seen him since last fall,
But ‘E-N-D’ still spells end.

He is in good hands,
Or so they all say,
Tagged name in a band,
In case...

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Sometimes in churlish chains
Fed up with ribald refrains
On my mind inflicting pains and strains

In the morning, afternoon and night
When from life I gain no delight
Sinking into sorrows on the flight

From illusion
Conflated with delusion
Carved from collusion

Between...

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as the late afternoon twilight years
of this primate become sans my exist
hence, more visible on the horizon
an increasing awareness prevails asper
how this middle aged baby boomer

(whose incessant, inconsolable, and
incurable wailing still reverberates til
this day -...

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I write unto the blank papers stare

A ball point pen in hand without a flare

The words enscribed should be a future quote

As I am the best or at least so you denote



I listen to your...

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LIKE YOUR LORD, DYSLEXIA IS A FRAUD

I know her secret and no amount of money can mine lips be sealed
I am here for her secret for to be finally revealed
I know it all and I...

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Love in your heart by Gideon Cecil 

Keep love in your heart
Hate rips your soul apart.
Life without love is
like a smiling flower
at dawn but dies at noon.
Let love grow in your
soul like a tree
without love...

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“Four dollars a shot,” 
marched from the bartender’s mouth - 
each syllable carried the clanks
of Herbie’s Rhodes – jutting like 
glacier crags in swells of desert-base. 
They carried the smoke curling like 
a silver chain...

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bluesy blurbs 
    of
brumal 
    blackness
      its 
  crawling 
clasps
   of 
silvery 
  gnawing
    below 
 ...

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I heard bankshots last night,
sounded like vault robbery for sure
These startled eyes, which got rudely awakened,
saw some masked bandits
mute walking on a one beam teller ...
not cash registering one word

No safety deposit reassurances were heard,
only...

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Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker

I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin usually drenched 
in the sweat of a hoe handle and the
hot summer sun

The above ground steel tank filled from
The creaking efforts...

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those little drips of word and water
that spill over but shouldn't oughter

gaffs and chaffs and blurbs that spot
sayer or sprayer marked insensitive clod

clothes spotted damp, pride marked too
antagonizing other camp, unable to redo

even royalty’s spoken...

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Ranks of glossy printed editions
squeezed into a concertina of space.
The acrylic smell of new books
is cordite to my nose.

Then in softer contrast,
the musky ambiance of the old and well-thumbed,
a well used dust on dust-covers.
A tactile...

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Knit kindred know
Bestow blind blow
Glimpse gracious glow


Do deft dance dear
Steer sightly seer
Bloom bears buzz beer


Hot hype hurl here
Glance groovy gear
Free fuzzy fear


Cuppa coffee
Taste tranquil tea
Just joy juicy


Books bearing boast
Reaper's realms roast
Charm crystal coast


Wealthy words wind
Give...

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