Long Briefer Poems

Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your high mountain tower.
How coldly the wind blows,
how late this chill hour ...

and I cannot wait
for a meteor shower
to show you the time
must be...

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What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch

What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence...

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Thru maritime miles of meals and mates
I posed as a pirate for polishing plates
For singing a song of the surf and the sea
I traded my turf for a tempest of tea

I had to be strong...

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My heart felt old; I sought the cold.
Canada’s land was what I planned.
Among trees grand and far inland
To dance my sad brand of sarabande.
Yet precious moments come when joy flowers,
Far briefer than Four-O’clocks,
As resurrected visions...

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ME, MY MUSE AND ME!

ME
What I am about to say and do,
Would be inconceivable by more 
Than a few,
How could I dare,
Its isn’t fair,
For it is Christmas season,
Do I have a valid reason
I hear you...

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We Look For Holy Moments, 
And In Looking, Overlook

Moments Blessed And 
Filled With Things
From Mountains We Once Shook.

Small Events Unfolding, 
Each One Smaller, Briefer Still.

As Cavernous Creases 
We Call Brains, 

Migrations Fill.
Spark-lit Seconds 

Speak For...

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When gazing 'cross love's glistening expanse,

               The magic of those June thru August moons ...

      ...

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F - First of November, winter takes the reins,
R - rime appears as Jack Frost has his first peek,
O – Oddly it seems, the Sun moves out of town; 
S - shortly, the grass will...

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oh tell me what's this ruse, my little friend?
    proud petals spread and reaching for the sun
        did you not think that you should be...

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Little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
      is it the worm of misery

is it the bitterness...

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EPANEPLEPIS POETRY
A
REMINDER
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A man who knew what he was talking about, a man who knew!
"Mankind must put an end to war or, war will end mankind"
Quote President John F. Kennedy; D. Trump not worthy of the...

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should my voice fade in your ears
and my love vanish in your memory
it is then I will come gain
although time may hide me yet again
I will seek your understanding
brief are my days amongst you
and briefer...

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When I first heard of “poetry howls,” I said to myself, “how sad”; is poetry meant to wake the dead or liven the living (though I’ve read of the living dead)?  haven’t we enough...

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Who whispers to the western wind to chill?
and bids the leaves to transform thus to die.
For soon the beat of summer's heart will still,
as flocks of birds seek warmer weathered sky.

Who whispers to the intense...

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Underwear used to be a fig leaf
Then somebody invented the brief
I think it’s absurd
To name it that word
I mean, what’s briefer than a leaf?

Was it named by a white collar thief?
Like a lawyer who longed...

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