Long Carroll Poems

Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream,
when winter scowls,
when nights compound dark frosts with snow ...
Where...

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Various Heresies 5

Tonight, Let's Remember
by Michael R. Burch

July 7,2007 (7-7-7)

Tonight, let's remember the fond ways
our fingers engendered new methods to praise
the gray at my temples, your thinning hair.
Tonight, let's remember, and let us draw near...

Tonight,...

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Let’s say the number 1
iconically speaks in Left-Yang Universal Language,
root of ecosystemetrics,

while PlaceHolder (0)
bicamerally dreams in Right-YinDiPolar ReGenerative PolyCultural Action,
health-flow of autonomic, enthymematic thought and awareness
influenced by feelings of EarthCentric  BiCameral Consciousness
as Plan A,
so...

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Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.

Because you...

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She was always so insecure, as far back as I can remember she never realized her true worth, she let people use her, and never cared about getting hurt
If everyone else was happy and smiling,...

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Once upon a time there was a heartless man, he didn’t care for others and compassion he couldn’t understand
His heart was cold there was no love inside, although to the outside world he carried on...

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Poems about Poets VII

Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch

for Alfred Dorn and Anita Dorn

Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.

Teach us to sing...

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The Sun was acting rather strange
With the Moon and Stars concerned.
As it was not content to share the sky...
And not prepared to wait its turn.
So the sea was simmering and boiling hot
Without the night's return.

But...

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I never saw it coming, but as people say you never do, I made the mistake of ignoring my heart, and fell in love with you
I tried to deny the way I felt, but you...

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Step right up, buy your ticket, wait in anticipation to see the show, the one beneath the tent that holds all the dreams I never wanted to be exposed
But now it’s time, I must share...

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Another day has come and gone without you by my side, another day without getting to look into your eyes
I know you said it’s better off this way, for us to continue to lead the...

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I’m sailing through my heart watching memories go by and watching my dreams turn to dust as I hold all the pain inside
The tears I cry start to flow like water through my heart it’s...

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I want to be someone’s first choice not their second runner up prize, I want to be the trophy that they’re after the one they can’t look away from with their eyes
I want to stand...

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I’m in love with someone else’s dream come true, I’m in love with the person, they gave their heart to               ...

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Each English-speaker knows that funner means more fun than fun,
   and weirder means more weird than weird. And yet nary a one
of "proper" dictionaries has neologism words -
   the editors must...

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Once again, yours truly takes poetic license.

Whenever the missus irks me or complains...
I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch
before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin
whereby the Army National Guard gets called
World War III...

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When it breaks all the memories are gone, and you sit alone and wonder just what you did wrong
All of your dreams are shattered and torn apart, just like the pieces of your broken heart
Looking...

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Deep within every heart there lies a special place, where broken hearts go, when another takes their place
When the heart is broken in two there is no way to hide the pain, the heart goes...

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Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?"

"You don’t really want to know who I am. You just think you do. Aye, the public loves...

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Here I sit on this old run-down stool stretching out my fingers to play, I am waiting patiently for the notes to come to me so that I know what I need to say
I wonder...

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Our relationship was like a screenplay, set in a theatre for the audience to view, everyone had a part to play, and their lines that they knew
The stage was set and ready to captivate curious...

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I have known:
   of wise detectives catching crooks
   of "Thought Police" revising books
   a shipwrecked family named Robinson
   of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic
   Heathcliff's...

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Once upon a time there was a girl with a glass heart, so she had to be careful of falling in love or her world could be shattered apart
She wasn’t allowed to go out and...

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You are like my favorite ride as a child at the local carnival, the carousel, I knew every part of that ride, every seat, just as I know you so well
The carousel, roundabout or merry...

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Poems about Poets IV



The Princess and the Pauper
by Michael R. Burch

for June Kraeft

Here was a woman bright, intent on life,
who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye
and drew him, powerless, into her spell
of...

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