Long Cresting Poems

Poems about Butterflies and Bees



Flight
by Michael R. Burch

It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as butterfly wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence...



Album
by Michael R. Burch

I caress them—trapped in brittle cellophane—
and I see how young they were,...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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The Song of Amergin: Modern English Translations

The Song of Amergin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I am the sea breeze
I am the ocean wave
I am the surf's thunder
I am the stag of the seven tines
I am...

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Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones,
At the café where steaming cups held time hostage,
Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity.
A young American, as if sculpted from sunshine itself,
And she, like...

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Long in the tooth male doth recount, reflect, reimagine...
his woebegone damn dental daze today May 5th, 2021 

No particular rhyme nor reason
garden variety indentured flunky (me)
revisits his salmagundi salad days, 
when oral blight smote 
left...

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As the life of the day nears its last breath,
With a glow of crimson, forewarning its death,
Upon its cresting, the reflection, daunting,
The sea sets free a beauty, haunting
The depths of its treasures of unknown span,
The...

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The Tale of the Bumpalump

After the Knight had unraveled...Flagan decided to travel
    and get away on a long holiday.
He thought it quite grand to visit a new land
    and...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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Joy in mourning
opens this new eye day.

Am I OK?

Healthy?

Compromised
yet survive able
air inhaling
"Death, tonight,
or some tomorrow,
my life's inevitable
closed,
no longer curious,
final answer."

Warm, wet exhaling,
"My moisture, too,
dying to reopen
yet another deep breath 
resurrecting dawn."

Is my heart still beating
safe...

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Before human languaged time and cultural memory,
SunGod radiated EarthGoddess Gaia
"Let's partner to plant a life-giving network."

"Not a bad-good idea!" smiled Earth reflectively,
synergetically and photosynthetically,
regeneratively speaking.

"Yes, and 
an ultimately GREAT mutual-mentoring redemptive concept, 
too!"
ruled YangSun,
listing left...

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Coming To The Garden

Long-lost secrets at Misselthwaite Manor.
Mistress Mary moves from self-centeredness to
self-awareness, leading to self-healing.
This tale's secret seems simple but not so.
A space to sense one's spiritual serenity,
children seek silence in a stillness place...

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The late night storm rushed into the valley,
Pouring down, 
Creating the sleepy ambiance only a mountains lull can provide.  
The crisp damp air crackles to life at lights first caste over the mountain,
into the...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU IV

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

The moon
hovering above the snow-capped mountains
rained down hailstones
—Sekitei Hara, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, dreamlike winter butterfly: 
a puff of...

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childhood, creation, feelings, growing up, heaven, imagery, word play,

Awakening Teary-eyed Emotions  ©                      ...

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1)
In flickered lamp light 

I waited in a delusional fog for you to return

the firelight flickered encouragement to my wandered waltzing

playing out the melodies in ivory and ebony


but only the white notes rose to my...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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I adored being out on the immense, rushing sea, and I had myriad dreams,
Like slumbering, yellow days of summer, with its vibrant, gorgeous themes.

My dream was for a great sea adventure, when the blush was...

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It's been a little more and two score

Since I revisited all of my most
treaured ghostly line from my
poetic past

Dipped and dabbed my nib in ink
like a knife through endless scraps
of paper wondering if I had...

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Though I'll remember nature's wonders,
sunsets and the breath of spring,
feel the wind blow through my hair
and know the thrill of sunrise cresting.

We see the universe as dancing,
two such different creatures trancing,
we two will never understand
the...

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My Mistress, the Moon


From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed,
I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead.
Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night,
I cloak my naked shame, to veil my plight.
...

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And there are not enough cubicles and grey paneling that 
sugar rock candy lights won’t cut 
the sapling eye from its still decline into Abyss.

And there are not enough sad thoughts wars rapes to gratify...

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Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe

Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of...

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First day as the Sheriff 
    and he's feeling real good.
Wants to make a difference 
    like any rookie should.
Working in a town 
    where boredom...

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Whilst listening out for the pitching and
cresting frequency of the turbines and
blades from the wind farm upon 
Frankenstein's castle on the hill

Mistress of the pale rose deftly ballet
dancing the breeze from the inside out
of a...

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