Long Bud Poems
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Gluttonous Connoisseur of Ethnic Culinary CuisinesYours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse,...
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Categories:
bud, addiction, appreciation, birthday, blessing, chicago, dream, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Liquor of Lament: My Glass Is Half FullVerse 6: I've given up love countless times
I needed to pay up for my heartbroken crimes
I already repented for my sins that made my high hopes paper-thin
Don't you feel that envy from deep within?...
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Categories:
bud, addiction, cute love, deep, depression, desire, hope,
Form:
Lyric
Fahr An' IceFahr an' Ice
by Michael R. Burch
From what I know of death, I'll side with those
who'd like to have a say in how it goes:
just make mine cool, cool rocks (twice drowned in likker),
and real fahr...
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Categories:
bud, death, drink, fun, humor, humorous, light,
Form:
Light Verse
Poems About Poems IvPoems about Poems IV
The Toast
by Michael R. Burch
For longings warmed by tepid suns
(brief lusts that animated clay),
for passions wilted at the bud
and skies grown desolate and gray,
for stars that fell from tinseled heights
and mountains bleak...
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Categories:
bud, allegory, allusion, appreciation, art, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Juvenilia: Early Poems XJuvenilia: Early Poems X
These are early poems written in my teens and twenties.
Regret
by Michael R. Burch
Regret,
a bitter
ache to bear...
once starlight
languished
in your hair...
a shining there
as brief
as rare.
Regret,
a pain
I chose to bear...
unleash
the torrent
of your hair...
and show me
once...
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Categories:
bud, age, child, children, dream, teen, time, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Yangyyolks With Yinyin-WhitesStart and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.
I doubt my eggs are religious.
No, but they are natural,
organic incubators,
co-arising nondual yolk form
with white-transparent regenerative function,
teleology,
and cosmology, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey,
or a...
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Categories:
bud, analogy, culture, earth, food, health, math, science,
Form:
Narrative
At the Footbridge - Limerick CollaborationAt the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his erection
For his love life it was a massive blow
To the hospital fled poor...
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Categories:
bud, betrayal, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Today Is DifferentToday is assiduously
religiously different,
as I review our local RiverEast News.
Every week
Mike Thompson writes a solid Editorial
in a compelling voice.
I expect to only add
my hearty sacred
happy secular "Amen!"
Our nearly fearless Editor and Chief
calls for political "ACCOUNTABILITY!"
like...
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Categories:
bud, america, health, integrity, prayer, spiritual, spoken word,
Form:
Political Verse
A Kept WomanDream-worker
delves deeply into my dream;
vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body
c h a...
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Categories:
bud, allegory, betrayal, fate, imagery, love, lust, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Finally Saved Part 1 - Translation From Rabindranath TagoreThis is a translation from a Poem (Title - Niskriti) by Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel-Laureate philosopher poet (1861 - 1941) from India. The story successfully depicts the status of women in a patriarchal society of nineteenth...
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Categories:
bud, father daughter, love, marriage, women,
Form:
Free verse
Early Poems IJuvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch
Smoke
by Michael R. Burch
The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within (the din was in)...
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Categories:
bud, kid, poetry, poets, teen, write, writing, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Poems About Children IiPoems about Children II
On Looking into Curious George’s Mirrors
by Michael R. Burch
for Maya McManmon, granddaughter of the poet Jim McManmon
Maya was made in the image of God;
may the reflections she sees in those curious mirrors
always...
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Categories:
bud, child, childhood, children, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandparents,
Form:
Rhyme
Used To Go To This BarRed light, the neon beer sign on the distant wall reflects off the long expanse of polished bar top, overpowering the quiet brown wood. It’s after lunch, only a few people in to stir the...
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Categories:
bud, addiction, beauty, drink, religion, society, solitude,
Form:
Prose
The Inception: the Dark Side of MeI’m broke without your love to repair me…
My young heart breaks into two and you push on the brakes…
Three strikez…you’re owt…. Get lost….that is my only plea
Our lives were at stake and we were taking...
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Categories:
bud, beauty, betrayal, how i feel, kiss, life,
Form:
Free verse
A Long Loud Sighgenius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.
...maybe it's been a while since...
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Categories:
bud, introspection, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Found and SafeClose your eyes
Explicit shame sheds rage in my eyes
I’ll be alright in the morning light and the night’s so bright
Open up your eyes
Sharpen me like your pensive pencil……
Begin with me, thinking I’m not thin
Paper thin,...
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Categories:
bud, words,
Form:
Free verse
New Year Poems INew Year Poetry
Auld Lange Syne
by Robert Burns
translation by Michael R. Burch
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And days for which we pine?
For times we shared, my darling,
Days passed,...
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Categories:
bud, birth, celebration, change, firework, january, new year,
Form:
Rhyme
Final LullabyFinal Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch
for my mother, Christine Ena Burch
Sleep peacefully—for now your suffering’s over.
Sleep peacefully—immune to all distress,
like pebbles unaware of raging waves.
Sleep peacefully—like fields of fragrant clover
unmoved by any motion of the wind.
Sleep...
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Categories:
bud, death, eulogy, funeral, Lullaby, mother, mother son,
Form:
Lyric
The Dilettante Diaries: the Divine Feminine - a Tale of Seduction
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats
“I love you...
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Categories:
bud, friendship, fun, happiness, journey, love, romance, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
Bear Creek '98_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love...
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Categories:
bud, change, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Moonlight Sonatas and Morning KissesIn the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel etched in the chronicles
within the hourglass of time,
a journey that...
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Categories:
bud, best friend, blessing, devotion, inspirational love, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Friday May 13th 2022Friday May 13th, 2022
An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome,
written courtesy a favorite poet of mine.
Paraskevidekatriaphobia struck within a blink,
I swear yours truly never took a drink,
nevertheless he witnessed
and falsely accused of being a...
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Categories:
bud, atheist, dark, destiny, gothic, history, husband, may,
Form:
Free verse
The Canopy and EconomySun and traffic - day economy.
Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired
to be angry. Each day a step
toward death. What is being accomplished? The
small satisfactions
within each day. Book consciously read.
And frustrations. Package dropped, honey...
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Categories:
bud, baby, day, history, jobs, teacher, tree, wind,
Form:
Verse
Fixated FreefallFalling away,
Away from your embrace
Day by day,
Washing away my face
In the mirror before me...
I ran the race with determination and fury...
I took the correction that God had in mind for me all along...but yet, I...
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Categories:
bud, corruption, courage, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
Mockingbird - Crown of Sonnets#1
"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans. Each whispered song
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wounds of the day"
Virtues are...
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Categories:
bud, children, discrimination, integrity, prejudice,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets