Long Clematis Poems

MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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LOVE POEMS II

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the...

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Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in...

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.

And so
what is...

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I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon.

I studied sleep patterns too, like vivid...

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Garden Oasis

Amongst the bees and the hummingbirds, I find my peace in my garden oasis.
My thoughts become sorted, by the peaceful purpose of eliminating weeds
The enemies of my soul.
We all have our place in the...

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As I step outside, I feel a chill in the air.
It's a perfect time for an afternoon drive.
With the top down on this glorious day,
I realize summer has reached its end.
Leaves are strewn across vast...

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My beautiful flower garden 
high up in the sky
is my penthouse apartment 
overlooking the sea
With balconies facing 
in every direction
and wonderful views 
that set my soul free

In ornamental pots 
of various sizes 
I grow roses
hydrangeas
and...

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Like a drug of dependence, this will keep me coming back
out along the Sardine Creek, walking on a wombat track.
I should know every cranny and hurdle in the way,
But secrets of the bush keep arising...

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I greet the morning with anticipation, bubbles 
of excitement inside, straining forward to walk 
outside and stroll among the flowers my hands 
have planted and cared for over the past years, 
the weigela from our...

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Written: June 26, 2023
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The morning's rising sun looms above the hills.
My breath catches in my throat and fulfills.
Warblers are an attractive bonus to the garden.
Their delicate melodies offer a lovely lyrical pardon. 

The oak vine is...

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I knelt down covering the face with ground,
 Romancing with hands spread
 All over, exploring crevices, valleys
 Undulating hills and mountains which spreadraggle.
 His worshipful majesty blotting out of my turlips
 In repeated recitation recalcitrant...

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I pass through the iron arch all covered with purple clematis.
Several paths radiated fine harmony, each with different blossom,
Superbells Lemon Slice covered one patch, white with yellow patterns
While in contrast to yellow hues, Chrysanthemums are...

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Thunder rolls in the distance, lightning jags across the sky,
all around the heavens are angry … a fiery strike becomes the eye.
 
With little rain, and tinder forest, flame reaches out for what is near,
rising...

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MARCH
The sun it shone on sky deep blue
today the birds on wing,did sing,
sculptured trees tried on their clothes of green
sprinkles of Spring peeked  through the sward;
The sun awakes early each day
shadows shorten across the...

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Winds rush thru the whispering pines,
To play with mantle of green;
And gossamer thread of a spider's web,
Hangs in sunlight's sheen.

Laurel leaves that crown the head,
Frame face with drops of dew;
And misty eyes with whispered sighs,
Shield...

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I saw the old stone cottage
A shell of all it used to be
Its gardens wild and overgrown
but that cottage spoke to me .

Here I'd get my independence
my family wouldn't be too far away
Sure I would...

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O darling 
Look at me,
from my youthful sense
I make a garden
where I planted many flowers 
cause, I knew that-
by this garden 
you would go to your school, college, neighbor
and you would come back to your...

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I had a hole in my pocket, and lost my golden ring.
It wasn't much to many,
but to me, meant everything.

So the moment you came and wandered,  
my path with all your treasure.
I made thief's...

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Status of Super Clematis

So what is the status of my super Clematis?
We hope our Hollyhocks are glad to see us
And what if flowers became a beautiful Rose?
With energy earnestly grows and grows.

Many nice words are...

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"Living here can be compromising"
says Dad to Danny
in a John Irving novel.

Isn't that our universal truth?

Living here is a compromising series of on-purpose accidents.
Living is compromising
with mortality heavily favored to win out,
maybe short-term,
maybe later.

But these...

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We wander through so many gardens,
doting robins, ignoring the crows.
Our personal oasis is an unfinished poem.
Plastic flowers may last longer, but their dead scent,
cannot compare to freesia and frangipani.

In fading grey sunset,
I crumble, crouching in...

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Fly, raucous black-winged crows, to squawk
Across the open window’s frosted sill
And roust out warm and sleepy lay-a-beds
To autumn’s spicy smell and errant chill.

Opalescent winds tear in from ocean’s break
To toss brown-toasted leaves and shake their...

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Sat in a friends garden surrounded by plants, birds and bees.

Sat admiring each leaf and petal, all delicately made by the creator.

Looking at each bumblebee with it,s colours and watching it work,

moving from flower to...

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Does a rose bush bring forth cacti? Do tulips bloom bluebells?
Do grapes appear on Clematis vines? Figs on Banyan trees?
The instinct of creative blossoming, in each creature dwells
There's a clash between soft cells. Yet, the...

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