Long Desdemona Poems

Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch

Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...

leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are unable to know

that once intrigued us so.

Come then, let us...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch



Desdemona
by Michael R. Burch

Though you possessed the moon and stars,
you are bound to fate and wed to chance.
Your lips deny they crave a kiss;
your feet deny they ache to...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XII

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly,...

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LOVE POEMS IV by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, romance, relationships and marriage. 



She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
by...

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the cause of spreading over of the fragrance
from our secret myrobalan to every side of the pillows
is not only such that in the morning 
an empty ink-pot says to the rain-water 
you are beautiful 

it...

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In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy...

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True love never dies it’s black and white in books
Love is not love that alters when  finds alteration
Love stories are fantasies giving joy to the world
Ideal love is an object set for lovers, for...

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True love never dies it’s black and white in books
Love is not love that alters when finds alteration
Love stories are fantasies giving joy to the world
Ideal love is an object set for lovers, for example
Lust...

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I am a Victim, 
Lured by mascara, and by a pretext piety 
Induced through lust by immoral vermin 

I am a Victim 
Blindfold through cunnings to fest on a plowed field, 
“Whore scammed”, trapped in...

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Lessons from Shakespeare 

Here’s a song of tragedies
Four plays from bygone times
Shakespeare did the penmanship
For  these  heroic crimes.
Hamlet was a stately prince
King Lear a royal dad
Othello was a noble man
Macbeth was just plain...

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Sweet Rose of Virtue 
by William Dunbar [1460-1525]
translation by Michael R. Burch

Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest in bounty and in beauty clear
and in every virtue that is held most...

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UNFINISHED NOVEL
by Matthew Tripley

Once, an author I tried to be...
Dazed In The Life was my story.
Movies and music - central themes
Plotting characters and their schemes.
Surrounding the shootings of breeze,
Misbehaviour and murder sprees.
Put together in their...

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"To hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. " William Shakespeare," Hamlet 1601."


Window covered by a sycamore tree
Constant friend of my snowy Maple days
Memories spring as insects on a tree
Turn my gloomy days in...

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MY SINGING STAR

Annual days in our University existed before too, only in annals,
Until the day, she on the ramp thrilled our hearts that came to the ears;
We had ‘Abbey Road on the River’; we lived...

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Though you possessed the moon and stars,
you are bound to fate and wed to chance.
Your lips deny they crave a kiss;
your feet deny they ache to dance.
Your heart imagines wild romance. 

Though you cupped fire...

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( A Shakespearean Soonet - with 14 syllables- rhyming abab,cdcd,efef,gg)

My balcony was covered by a huge sycamore tree,    
My constant companion during the snowy Maple days, 
Memories come as insects around a...

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The young Kumar’s wife dancing bright,
Offering to all exciting pleasant sight.
Making her waist into the vivacious folds,
Throwing the eye glances to the folks.
Her neap tide vest and spring tide bosom,
Unruly, swelling, her case cannot fathom.
Clicking...

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Sittin' at a red light
Playin' with the head light
Nothin' heavy on my mind

Stuck in Arizona
Thinkin' Desdemona
Wonderin' what I'm gonna find

Could it be a real blonde
Maybe feelin' real fond
Of a country boy like me

Never find romances...

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My balcony covered by a huge sycamore tree,
My constant companion of snowy Maple days,
Memories come as insects around flowering tree
Turning my gloomy days into glorious days.

The first candid approach in medicine to initiate,
Hippocrates sat under...

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Window covered by a sycamore tree
Constant friend of my snowy Maple days.
Memories spring as insects on a tree
Turn my gloomy days in glorious days

Hippocrates got his inspiration
for search in medicine he began.
Buddh sat under it...

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Why does the wind spin in the hollows
and makes the leaves and powder fly,
whereas the ships lie in calm waters,
a breeze is their best desire?
Why from dark rocks, past a white tower
an eagle soars, with...

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My balcony covered by a huge sycamore tree,
My constant companion of snowy Maple days,
Memories come as insects around flowering tree
Turning my gloomy days into glorious days.

The first candid approach in medicine to initiate,
Hippocrates sat under...

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The element of handkerchief in the plot
Becomes its important pivot symbol 
A heritage he got from his mother first
The Desdemona’s virtue sexual.
Losing or giving away meant her fall
Was laced with strawberries’s image design
On a wedding...

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Almond-shaped, blue-green eyes,
Had more than their fair share of cries
What is she doing by herself?
Freckled cheeks, dimples too,
A smile no one seems to see through
Why isn’t she asking for help?

Desdemona
What are you still doing here?
Desdemona
You’re...

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Othello was in heat of passion’s fire
Being truly locked in love with his desire.
Seeing Desdemona gave the Moor new life,
Eloping in the night to make her wife.
Soon Iago executes a devious plan.
So, Othello will think...

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