Long Christy Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems VII

These are early poems I wrote as a boy and as a teenager.

The Leveler
by Michael R. Burch

The nature of Nature
is bitter survival
from Winter’s bleak fury
till Spring’s brief revival.

The weak implore Fate;
bold men...

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Can’t Touch This the beats of my screaming heart;
A Gift from Heaven you are, darling allow me;
Beautiful Sadness applies when you’re not in my arms;
Alas, your beautiful spirit, your soul those charms;
Embedded in me Looking...

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Twas a month before Christmas, when all through poetry soup
The poets were writing, their latest scoop.
Their hands flew, across the keyboard with care
Hoping to create, something they could share.

The writers were perched stubbornly in their...

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They all gathered at the Tower,
They faked their cheers for about an hour;
A king in his castle,
on the very first day,
All of the actors,
He would pay;
He...

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Christian Poem Contest
Sponsor: Christy Teas

Crying to herself she fell asleep…
When she awoke she knew it to 
be true…
He had been there.
Holding her hand all night as she
wept for the loss of her dear sister.

My sister...

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(For my Loving Daughter Suzanna Christy)

Seven years before her heart throbbed and mine too,
She was prepared to face to the world with God’s Gift:
Her travail had begun and each of her nerve shivered with thrill,
The...

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The Head Line News read, Houston under Martial Law,
Stay indoors, do not panic, and do not go out, under any
Cause!
I’m not sure from wrens’ they came, at first it was just
The rain, not the regular...

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(This verse is painted for my Loving Daughter P Suzanna Christy on her 8th birthday) 

It was the day she began to move out,
She’d been in the cradle of her mother’s womb
Some seven years before...

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I pay homage to a special group
Our ladies here on Poetry Soup

I shall start my list with mother Beer
A Lady with whom I hold so dear

Of Elaine George it’s clear to see
She melts my heart...

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I have so many friends on soup,
it’s hard to pick just one
To narrow down to just a few,
it just cannot be done

Heidi always brings a smile
Brenda tempts my heart
Sandy posts poetic dreams
Connie’s whispered art

Gershon really...

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"Ladies and gentlemen, direct from the bar, here's Dean!
                          ...

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I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):

Say Hey Willie Mays       ...

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You bet he's real,
He oft scratches at my door...
Not like Christy's cheesey racoons...
Guess she don't rate the grand tour...
I told him to go stalk Christy...
While she's listening to
Shiveree's "Goodnight Moon"..
(I'd recommend to everyone, on You...

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We are more than we are…
In this pot of soup with Sharon Weimer
And a blessed berry by Karen O’Leary
Not forgetting magical mails of Vince jr. Suzadail 
And the blissful barn of Michael Jordan
-A pot of...

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Miss Christy Sambristy had way too much hair!
When you visited, hair was on every couch, and chair.
It stretched all the way outside her blue and red door!
If she tried cutting it, the hair just grew
...

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In a place of unmarked beauty;
Lays a stone dead and cold.
The ear the dirt covering lays hold;
The outside of the stone.
As the crust of the earth begins shaping the stone;
Grooves and rough edges appear.
The dirt...

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In a place of unmarked beauty;
Lays a stone dead and cold.
The ear the dirt covering lays hold;
The outside of the stone.
As the crust of the earth begins shaping the stone;
Grooves and rough edges appear.
The dirt...

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Inspired by the moving movie: Miracles from Heaven (2016), starring the lovely Jennifer Garner and Martin Henderson. It's based on a true story of sickness and miraculous healing. Remember that anything is possible. God hears...

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From a sleepy mind, unable to sleep...
These words I do feel deep...
The Soup has become my
number one family
One I spend my time with great joy,
I hope I don't too often annoy...
But that's what ya get,
When...

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I survived scarred but 
unscathed growing up Irish 
catholic. 
Mind numbing Masses  sung in 
Latin 
Ostentatious Corpus Christy 
processions through local 
streets
Ornately dressed priests
Eyes to the skies, garbage 
underfoot
Fair game for taunting 
classmates armed with cutting 
quips 
abstinence during Lent
weekly...

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Incarcerated;
I only reflected a vapor image of a world I was in.
Enslaved to a master;
Who only gave woe;
Continuously toiling;
Of rest I found none.
Weary and worn I had become.
Friends became enemies and hope turned to despair.
My...

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Thank you fellow poets  in poetry soup

For leaving all your kind thoughts and critiques

You have given me the inspiration to  continue on

And for that I am humbled and grateful

May twenty ten be filled...

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"The Young and the Breathless"- TV soap opera about youg emphysema 
patients unfaithful to their doctors.

Candid- Something you could do, and did do.

Phone Call- Bidding your phone to come to you.

Binary- What you can purchase...

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I want to not only touch your heart but to hold it against me.
To open the eyes to a journey that is neither here nor there.
I see a soft caress through the hair;
A finger touched...

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If we are willing to learn, life is willing to teach
If we are willing to listen, the sounds of life will reach

If you are willing to receive, life has much to give
Take what life gives,...

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