Long Chloe Poems

Lady’s Favor
by Michael R. Burch

May
spring
fling
her riotous petals
devil-
may-care
into the air,
ignoring the lethal
nettles
and may
May
cry gleeful-
ly Hooray!
as the abundance
settles,
till a sudden June
swoon
leave us out of tune,
torn,
when the last rose is left
inconsolably bereft,
rudely shorn
of every device but her thorn.


The...

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Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of devotion
has felt the winter hoar
and shed her dress;
companionless,
she shivers—nude, forlorn.

Published...

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Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s strangely lit beds, where the cold springs creak:
for there is...

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LOVE POEMS V

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch, about life, the dream of love, virtue, a first kiss, a first crush, the birth of a first relationship, the joy of a first love...

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My wife and I are members of - religious stamps association -
that was formed some years ago from our church’s congregation.
We don’t drink and never smoke; and drugs leave us in despair,
but recently one Sunday...

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“Possessed”



The scarlet of her heart opens
where she blooms deepest
from the cuts 
of Past’s insanity
her windows 
full green undressed
him, in his mind;
he confessed,
in quiet reflection, 
he had lost his head
irrevocably -
and taking his brush
dipped it in...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch
 
Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands grey pearls
under moss-stubbled oaks, full of whispers, complaining
to the...

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THE LEMON TYPE GARDEN

The Players. (in order of appearance) 

Freddie Fastfoot (The Rabbit)
Felicity Flutterby. (The Butterfly)
Joshua Jumpahop (The Grasshopper)
Chloe Crafteneye (The Fox)
Benjamin Buzzenbee (The Bumble Bee)
Oscar Oakenut (The Squirrel) 
Molly Maggenprop (The Magpie)
Christopher Croakalot (The...

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I hate my life 
My souls are damaged it’s full of pure hell that I can’t take it back it’s like listening to that awful country depression music that you can’t stand and you just...

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Contained within a simple poem, a few words could never describe my mother.
          A child bride at seventeen; a city girl became a farmer's wife.
 ...

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For Jennifer ( can't believe it's a year already)

Elegance and beauty, a caring heart and zest for life,
a loving mum and nanna, and of course, a perfect wife;
a very special sister, a treasured aunt and...

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My mom always told me not to show my heart so much,
because she said the world will chew it up and spit it out in chucks that won’t fit back together.

See in fourth grade, I...

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Being smacked down
Before being allowed to get back up again
Taught me something very valuable about love:
 
it isn’t always a cliché
 
Starting at age five you began to tell me I wasn’t good enough
For anything...

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Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and...

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It was love at first sight seeing your furry faces. 
To scoop you up and take you to various places. 
Me and Ash are so happy to be your mom and dad. 
Your shenanigans made...

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My little running buddy, my best furry friend 
You came into my life
As a white bundle of goofy bichon
Dressed up as a terrier.
You terrorized our Princess Xena,
And, as a crazy Hallowe’en pup,
Climbed up onto the...

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Man those problems seem so petty compared to what I've been dealing with lately,
I wake up from an apocalyptic nightmare to find out I can reverse time,
No biggie, I can just reach out my hand...

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On Wednesdays I get angry,
and on Thursdays I make pots,
and then I am no longer angry.

When I’m angry I blast Buddy Holly—
but I keep the windows up.
And then I think it’s so funny, you know,
that...

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You’re so beautiful 
Oh thy Chloe you look so beautiful
Oh thy Chloe
You got me watching   you   like Adam loved Eve 
When I looked upon   , your spirit and sensitivity...

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OH to be 21


Your 21st has finally come,

And now your journey has begun,

To say I’m proud is simply not enough,

Of the incredibly intelligent, independent,

Wonderful, wise women you’ve become,

My descendant, I’m just so chuffed,

Academically you’ve excelled...

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Mr. Dresden, my name is Joshua Aaronson.

How can I help you Mr. Aaronson?  How did you find me?

My wife Chloe goes to your brother's hair salon.  Your brother Thomas said that you're a...

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Alan Allston ate an addictive piece of cake.
Bertie bounced his bouncy ball by the bus stop but his brother caught the bouncy ball before the bus came.
Claire, Clara, Chloe and co built a sculpture of...

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Thinking about Brian's recent Footle contest (my crazy eyes had been seeing FOOTIE all this 
time and just realized yesterday it is called FOOTLE with LE on the end) I proceeded to drive 
to the...

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Two young, red hair ladies, were talking in a sunny afternoon at the beach, about first love and marriage. Salty residues linger on her long wavy hairs. Samantha, the blue dressed girl, was recently engaged...

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On this earth table where i sit to sip fury
I chose the game of cards over watching 
stripped dancers
I chose a cold ice malt to flow into my intestines 
As i play the game of...

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