Long Death love Poems

Evolution Not God

It is the case that there is no God,
He does not exist, he is not the one,
He is not there, he’s not everyone’s invisible puppet,
It is not personal, he is not the Son.

Evolution...

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Act 3. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

My eyes went blank. That's how it goes when
you have been doubly knocked flat on your back
in half an hour. He went, he went,
he went, he went, he went,...

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Act 2. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

It's all a blur. It’s all a little dizzy. 
I just have dreamed a scary dream as if 
two vagabond philosophers robbed me
and killed. I must admit it's a...

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Youth

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow
to hold emotions locked in deep repose
in young desire and love warm thoughts will show.
Affection holds its ardor as it grows
to burn inside young hearts in evening tide.
In darkest...

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She watched the demolition team enter her old school. In the next few days it would be raised to the ground. The end of an era she thought, Christ, it was depressing.
Suddenly a thought entered...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss 
Collaboration with Robert J. Lindley 

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous...

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As a young boy
Sitting in a pew
The winter darkness pressing down
Candlelight waves from hidden drafts
Shadows danced on the walls

I heard the words destined to me
“Be still . . . know that I am God”
So I...

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They say,                                 ...

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Olena Rudenko met Pavlo Lavinski whilst at Kyiv University 
Pavlo told all his friends that she's definitely the girl for me
They got on well then fell in love and had planned to wed
But like the...

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Song from Aella: Under the Willow Tree, or, Minstrel's Song
by Thomas Chatterton, age 17 or younger
modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch

MYNSTRELLES SONGE ("MINSTREL'S SONG")

O! sing unto my roundelay,
O! drop the briny tear with me,
Dance no more...

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silly dream …

but it’s mine nonetheless
wait …
wait for it …
I’ll wait for it now and ever
to feel that press
the press of sweet tenderness
that melting mouth that met mine all
those aching moonrises ago
the first - a...

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Why won’t you answer me
When I say your name?
You simply stand there
Like we’re playing a game.

I have so much to tell you
A great story you should know
You cannot ignore this
So let your listening ears show.

The...

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Act 4.

Marat

Where do these tears come from? My makeup
is melting in the spotlight. She has gone.
Oh, how I wished to tell her… I did not.
I wished to tell but I forgot the words
to say according...

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Kin
by Michael R. Burch

O pale, austere moon,
haughty beauty ...

what do we know of love, 
or duty?



Daredevil
by Michael R. Burch

There are days that I believe
(and nights that I deny)
love is not mutilation.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There are...

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Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you...

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The internal fire
searing away life's pain
change summers forest

born into the world
contemplating renewal
ice covered rivers

all seasons cycle
pain love life feeling anger
eternal rhythm

bright autumn color
death brings life and renewal
pain will fade away

hope reborn once again
upon springs breath...

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Epigrams VI

These are humorous epigrams including a form I call "Less Heroic Couplets." 



Less Heroic Couplets: Mini-Ode to Stamina
by Michael R. Burch
 
When you’ve given so much
that I can’t bear your touch,
then from a safe...

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I met a girl once; more like noticed her I have to admit.
A girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
The girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
Oh; I noticed her.

Music can...

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Sappho Translations by VI Michael R. Burch

Sappho, fragment 121
translation by Michael R. Burch

1.
As a friend you're great,
but you need a much younger bedmate.

2.
Although you're very dear to me,
please don't be silly!
You need a much younger...

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I’m the donkey tied with ropes and 
being sodomised in front of the 
church tree,
While the choir chants praise to the 
god who bled, cried and died for all 
innocent creatures like me.

I’m the roasted...

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Dear budding poets
 To me modern poetry is the expression or the words through which a individual presents the thoughts that come to his mind without regard to sequence or logic,it's the way through which...

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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Urdu poems about life, death, Love, longing, hearts, being captive, strength, cruelty, temper, the sun, darkness, shadows and faith. 

I’m the captive of Love, the Huntress,
otherwise I’d have strength to flee.
—Mirza Ghalib,...

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Lorca Translations II

Canción del jinete (“Song of the Rider”)
by Federico Garcia Lorca
translation by Michael R. Burch

Cordoba. Distant and lone.
Black pony, big moon,
olives in my saddlebag.
Although my pony knows the way,
I never will reach Cordoba.

High plains,...

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She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                            ...

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