Long Deflated Poems

Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers III




Success
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;

there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette

to be delivered...

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Poems about Children IV

Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch

Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the...

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THE DESERT THE WILDERNESS THE STORM

I am parched, my back is arched, 
my body racked with pain,
Nothing green in sight, 
my thirst, my plight, 
eyes playing tricks on me again. 

An illusion of rest beside...

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Condensed Spoken Word Piece:

Here's a condensed version of the script, focusing on the key themes and emotions:

"(Sighs) I walked out of that interview, feeling like I'd wasted my time.

They didn't care, they weren't listening, they...

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Where did you go?
I want you to know
That I love you so, 
But I got to get up and roam
Due to being far from home 

Oh, I hear them...and feel them...

I hear the echoes of...

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I once walked into my backyard
and found two slugs mating in a bucket
I had just learned how slugs go about mating, 
or trust-I would have been rightly confused

Here hangs a long line of slime, almost...

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Dear promising poet,

for me, modern poetry provides a peek into a poet’s inner world. Through this artistic medium, a poet speaks in expressive language of imagery and metaphor conveying varied textures of emotions and observations...

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I tried to ignore the buffoonery and the cartoonery of the last 3 weeks of "politics," but found it impossible to do when so much needs to be fixed. A collaboration is taking place... please...

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OOOPS! Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless

Date Written: February 29, 2016
FIRST POEM 

Somewhere between yes and no, where maybe doesn't matter, I slipped beneath the surface carrying your poor intentions. I suffered from those pitiable little private pieces...

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Just walking to and fro
Cause I have nowhere to go
Taking it kinda slow
Admiring the view 
Everyday there is something new
Storing memories for some  tomorrow 
To help me past any coming sorrow
So many things to...

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Each day I wake as if I hold a sable brush in my hand
ready to paint upon a canvas what cannot be planned.
Or a pen to write about fantasies and adventures I find
in playground of...

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Graces for the Loved and the Lost

To the sweet graces afforded to us from above 
To the hand of tender guidance that is only born from Love
To the broken boxer taking off his boxing gloves
To...

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2/28/21

Dang it
Still doing the same s***
On a planet that is overpopulated
Always getting faded
And intoxicated
Often facing Goliath, call me David
I won and was elated
I also loss and got frustrated
My ego rose or it deflated
The one continually...

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Britain used to war with France and then the USA, 
Allied with the Russian keeping Napoleon at bay 
2 wars fought in 1812 Europe and North America 
all in all no one did better, all...

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Pleasure To Be Here! 

I am here at PoetrySoup because I had no voice, 
No expression of what was internal and inside; 
I used to as a child, three, four, and even two, 
Write poems,...

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Children's Poems IV

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Boundless
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

Every day we whittle away at the essential solidity of him,
and...

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Were you even supposed to return here? 
It feels like you should be noticeably 
different, even if just slightly, improved—
a worm seeking escape from a hooked fate, 
its visible squirm an apology for not bringing...

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I'm angry, about to throw a fit, and I wish a poet would challenge me.
Follow me into the fiery bottomless pit, and I'll show you demonic poetry!

I have a need to make a poet bleed,...

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“I found flowers growing in my ruins”

Once in a dark cave their lay aside devastated ruins 

The chains of weeds of my strongholds and failures that had over grown my deflated plans,goals and dreams 

Confusion...

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Recess 1


Third grade
Ms. Greene
Handed me tightly wrapped Chinese candy 
And Starburst occasionally

A little girl
Fresh out of Haiti
Bullied
Teased, punched and kicked
Scared and scarred
Yet well mannered 

Blue she wore “going on a date?
Ms. Greene giggles and smiled

In...

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From the beginning of my day it appeared that the tasks ahead were not going to be good.  It seemed that a day of calm and peace was doomed from the start.  The...

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I rise from my feathered comfort, one only achieved with torture
My deal with the devil gives warmth and I shower until the steam tickles my throat
Long enough to wash off the blood
My feet are cuddled...

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"This is our time on the history line of God. This is it. What will we do with the one deep exhale of God on this earth? For we are but a vapor and we...

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Does society treat you the way you want it to, or are there some things that could use a tweak here and there?
Do people judge you without even knowing you? 
Do you feel oppressed? 
Are...

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Virtues are more than they appear to be.
Ripples of connectivity.
Something switched on with the light?
A companion, manual, override.
Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue skies'-

But not like a knife,
that cuts the whole...

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