Long Chary Poems

Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,
you climb, skittish kite...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast solitariness there,
so that all that remains is to
fall?

Only a...

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Various Heresies 2

You
by Michael R. Burch

For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.

For thirty years You would not open to me;
You remained...

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Darkness and self-awareness drive me chaste.
But it has naught on musings upon life's haste.
I'm in abeyance due to the wrinkles in the mirror.
Once I grow anile, I ache to be born as a hearer.

Silently trusting...

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Mindful  

Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the presence
Of every dappled infinite breath.

Rotating eye of illumination
Watchful, like a...

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How 'Bout Stoichiometry For A Conversational Hook?

Nary a clue exists about
     the relationship between
relative quantities of substances
     taking part in a clean
(non GMO contaminated) 
  ...

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There at once looms a lethal disease
Across the globe begins to breeze
Taking its toll on the old and young
Flings the whole world into unease

Danger impending, little chance to duck
Everyone ruffled, nervous, and in shock
Afraid of...

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Dear heart,
Please take a break
I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before 
It soothes at first, beguiling flings
Which shines, too
Sometimes brighter than goddess Theia
I know the comforts, the placidity it yields
And the euphoria!

Dear...

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Vincent
 
we were never chary
 
that is why we are now
 
so forever sorry
 
after losing you one starry starry
 
night 
 
when you gave up the fight
 
when you turned out the light
 
when...

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A LETTER TO MY FIRST CRUSH
My Dearest Kevin
 My hands shake nervously as I write this letter
The fountain pen drips the ink in heart-shapes
Pieces of my heart as it reach out to you
  ...

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I think I finally know something
I had what seemed to last
One false move and it was in the past
I hoped for its thrill
But believed in it. But now belief burns
Off with the descent of the...

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An
                       Internal~
           ...

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An advent of raptors haunts the scant gray woods
or loiters over mall roofs.
We wake to their screams as if this were high sierra,
not Ohio where parents try-out or manage children,
open party stores, hunker through the...

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For as long as I can remember
I've never looked ahead
I've always walked with my head down
so I could place every step
I was often too cautious
to keep up with the pace
but though I fell behind
I've never...

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SOP OF A SONGBIRD
At the labyrinth of life
Fear of its complex nature griped our heart
Like a stranger at a tripartite junction.
Worries came afterward , humping us high and dry with impossible mission
Life became humdrum in...

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SOP OF A SONGBIRD
At the labyrinth of life
Fear of its complex nature griped our heart
Like a stranger at a tripartite junction.
Worries came afterward , humping us high and dry with impossible mission
Life became humdrum in...

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A tightness bond never tu be 
broken we dare tu hold pon a love 
so  tender n' tru... Manny chary 
wishes grant us fortune n' fem, 
Of gold. For our thoughts n' love 
Will...

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What wild glee behind your tame grin lurks?
What shy sun fears to breach your heart’s horizon?
And to against your hidden teeth of 
Alabaster gleam. Bestowing upon the earth the breadth of 
Your delight. With rays...

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I speak words, rawly, but 
productively, Poetry Is the 
Passion, I compose, with A 
gleaming heart, that spins the 
souls of others, vibrantly 
shinning, among the rainbows,
Colorfully booming, Tenderly In 
A jukebox, as my ego,...

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I am not one of ten billion—I—
sunblackened Icarus, chary fly, 
staring at God with a quizzical eye.

I am not one of ten billion, I.

I am not one life has left unsquashed—
scarred as Ulysses, goddess-debauched, 
pale...

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I've been keeping at a Detroit distance,
Maintaining that chary "Buffalo Stance",
Patient with ink-filled scalpel for instance,
Don't you dare me, I am on the off chance.
Now I've shaken that speare, I'm shaking free,
What's that you say?...

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tomorrow morning
i believe i shall
or maybe i shan’t
but if i shall 
i will share me
with my friend zoë
if i still am able to share
tomorrow morning
i would wish to write a poem to zoë
if my chary...

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Morose morn, but sun’s a catalyst, warm

On the eave, the pigeon’s contumely coo,
rids a night’s cumbersome, cold, smother
New day, dearth of dew on concrete lawn
Its dull gray lightened by that eloquent hi
nodding chesty chary iridescence...

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