Long Casements Poems

the Horror
by Michael R. Burch

the Horror lurks inside our closets
the Horror hides beneath our beds
the Horror hisses ancient curses
the Horror whispers in our heads

the Horror tells us Death is coming
the Horror tells us there’s no...

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 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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Completing the Pattern
by Michael R. Burch

Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here?among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes,...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...



The Vision of the Overseer’s Right Hand
by Michael R. Burch

“Dust to dust ...”

I stumbled, aghast,
into a valley of dust and bone
where all men become,
at last, the same color...

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Today,
there are no rubber ducks
or mother's marigold skirts
to hide behind
as we once did.

In their place,
lurking dark and hoary,
a bathtub mist
updrafts thick with loose spores,
and mildew veins
sprawling
behind caulked-over creases.

The day,
shrinking away heavy with time,
as a body
sagging
into
water.

Even...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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Come in scented summer garden! 
Come in nature super show! 
veins of Thee all  turned  to yellow 
Mistletoe! in spring woe? 
In the scented breath of summer
Laugh and look at magic show

Beauteous are...

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Finding Presence

Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations 
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets 
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move

Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing...

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It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy tale fortress it had turrets
that soared up high brushing the...

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A second hand book shop watches the Sunday rain
beat against a resentful pavement. Its second hand
door opens up its second hand world to second
hand people, carrying first class money.

The newly welcomed, carrying in second hand...

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The other day I was lighting a candle, 
When a raven peeked my casements, 
My envious eyes were buring flame, 
Human mouth had to reciprocate. 

I wish I had your wings for once, 
To fly...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXIX

IF you pull a long pained face
The kind poets affect and gladly display
Throughout the ages with their lonely-heart feelings in lyrical grace
You might end up Precious Pearl...

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Opening my eyes after a night long rest
I cuddled in my soft cushiony bed
And looked outside my sunny arched windows.
The glorious king was lazily greeting
My cottage garden laden with white garden chairs 
Around the green...

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Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major



Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
that failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade, the pink...

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I


Which time is better?
Which season is better?
Which companion is better?
Which age is better?
Were some of my thoughts as......

I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders
cautiously walking in my garden
so that sleep is not disturbed
by my...

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This is no mere rejoicing thing,
  The sun does peep again,
It pricks the roads with beamy swords
  And dries the humid grain.
 
The water gleams with golden sheen,
  A mirror on the...

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Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade,the pink and cerise porticos,
the heavenly-frocked casements,...

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High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime hibernation...

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Bejeweled, in and out of the Gothic architecture, 
Conceived by Abbot Suger, through a constant conjecture;
With perfect glasswork etched out of the then-time silica,
Found its place In Saint-Denis Cathedral Basilica...!

Modestly outsized splash-smeared gorgeous goblet casements,...

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Can I just,
Take a look,
At the back 
Of the linen
I sew
And the pockets i made 
Nd the memories new
With some frnds nd some lies 
Nd some things that i knew 
Intended things that i did...
With...

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No, not there! fly! fly away like the swift-winged bird;
When the hungry-eyed passion calls; follow her not!
Into those wild casements of her raped love;
Or to her irritant, militant temples of murder;
Go not by her purple-eyed...

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I hail rain 
In wintery nights 
When it showers 

And scented puffs of damp
 Cool breeze
from my orchard 
Strikes against my 
Cheeks

While I stand  in 
Corridor
Where 
Phantoms of the yester_ years
Awaits
All bathed in sleet

While...

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When it gets dark and the clock strikes twelve,
 Freezing winds pass blushing the silver bell.
 Snowballs move slowly like a trotting horse,
 Boisterous breezes push open the casements with force.

 Then from dark deep...

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O, joy! A gray day! Now there's so much to do!
   I hope you get to it all, or at least 10% through

You'll want to curl up in bed with a riveting book
...

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Contest: Out My Window  Sponsor Craig Cornish  8-22-23
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Out My Window

Out of my window I see
A long road stretch its legs,
 Strutting before me
Into a place where the horizon
Retreats into mirages of sand
 Where...

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