Long Crinoline Poems

LOVE POEMS III by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, relationships, devotion and marriage. 


Violets
by Michael R. Burch

Once, only once,
when the wind flicked your skirt
to...

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Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.

There...

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R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at last
before His throne my past
is put to test
and the demons...

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     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes...

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"50 Words for Poe: camera obscura"



The Night Flower 
turns in her bed
in a dark room
stories of wraiths 
like flies buzzing in her head
and blood-sucking bugs that bite
Rippers and lovers dead
come to collect her from her
ornery...

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Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride
 I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool 
to stay with my grandpa and grandma.
Ma and pa say I'm...

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this is a song as yet to be set to music---it's to be sung by a lady so anyone who knows how to sing and write music take this and run with it...i don't want...

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The front bar of the Criterion is filling up,
It’s after five and the patrons are filing in.
Placed orders echoing off the old timbers 
Vying to be heard and adding to the din.

The Grand Old Lady...

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To all of you who read the first song, I thank you-and to those of you who went to CJBELL.NET I thank you exponentially
  TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE

Do you tango?
Do you dance a...

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TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE

Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot, 
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot?\

Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne...

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"50 Words for Poe: Hysteria"




Incantation to you
Manifesting the Phantom 
with the Hysteria Paroxysm Blues

Hellfire Club got nothin’ on you
Hot hysteria paroxysms 
flying on your broom

a whole new world

Black cat purrs
You, the catnip for this girl



https://youtu.be/boQ9ytantA0



(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



https://youtu.be/ETIPuORrPyo



“I...

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OF FEAR AND FRILLY UNDERTHINGS

Desare’s golden hair shimmered past shoulders which shamed angels
Standing with grace and grandeur grown
She was a story of loveliness scribed by a writer renown
And an exquisitely etched gem that makes artistry...

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WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER ONE?

“so tell me daddy, why do you only have one arm?”
a query posed by seven year old charm
a daughter in crinoline who daddy won't let come to harm
and when daddy...

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Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or a Fazioli Pianoforti
long had he craved to play them.

He was in love with grand pianos, their shape and sheen,
their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies.

His hands, so unmusical, his heart a natural...

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WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER ONE?

“so tell me daddy, why do you only have one arm?
a query posed by seven year old charm
a daughter in crinoline who daddy won't let come to harm
and when daddy...

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APETEEN SEVENTY NINE

I don't care if it doesn't matter to you
but it means a whole fuc**ng lot to me
you want to treat old black Jim as if he's a gorilla in a zoo
while I want...

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APETEEN SEVENTY NINE

I don't care if it doesn't matter to you
but it means a whole fuc**ng lot to me
you want to treat old black Jim as if he's a gorilla in a zoo
while I want...

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Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode. 

Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.

Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit...

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pitty the pretty for making easy things seem so hard
feel sorry for the senorita left unceremoniously scarred
have empathy for the sister whose life is a symphony askew
have sympathy for the woman who believed the lies...

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            A translucent bluish-white mineral with a mysterious sheen


I hear them rustling behind heaven's plisse,
fabric seersucker curtains, opaque but unlaced 
One breath and suddenly...

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Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or Fazioli,
even an archaic Pianoforti,
long had he craved to play them all.
He was in love with their shape and sheen,
their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies.

He loves the sensuality of maple and spruce,
those...

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It is wonderful,
the lilac days of April
with a rain of purple jelly beans
and crinoline dresses that smell
of newness wrapped in Easter lilies.

Like forsythia in bloom
yellow sunshine days, butter days of
flowered breath so sweet you are...

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Had to put the tickets in a food bag,
kept on handling them in awe.
Soon to time to leave for the airport,
Got clothes strewn over the floor.

What to wear at such an occasion
To keep the theme...

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I listen to the silence of the twinkling stars, 
as they slowly fade in the early morning light.
Past misty mushroom crinoline clouds
Dawn winks through breathy eyelashes 
blowing each tiny candle flame out.
Like dreamy silhouettes cast...

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At any rate, she knew she wasn’t alone
With both the baritone and guy with the trombone
‘Twas hard to tell wearing the blindfold
Which was holding onto the bricks of gold
She decided to have fun and play...

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