Long Discretely Poems

Poems about Poems (II)

Kin
by Michael R. Burch

for Richard Moore

1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss?
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any atmosphere,
but closest here...

2.
You seek an air
so clear,
so rarified
the effort leaves...

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State of the Art (II)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer 
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline...

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Canned ‘STINK’ - State of the Art for Crowd Control
                         ...

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Where the four roads meet there is lots of concrete
Where the four roads meet there is much deceit 
Here I am at the crossroads, wondering which way to go
Here I am at the cross roads...

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“I thought you were asleep,” Jessica questioned?
     “I forgot the presents that I brought for Chroi.  I left them in the sled.”
     “Do you have a...

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“Who’s that by the casket?” I turned and quizzed my brothers,
discretely, as the mourners filed in.
“That’s old Jacob Wrigley,” one replied, “a friend of dad and mother’s, 
who, I believe, for many years has been

Helping...

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Chapter 3: College Preparation

My freshman year started quite smooth
Touch football broke my leg
My luck we had a tennis coach,
That brought things down a peg!

My algebra was like a dream,
Played tennis, found it fun,
And Science Fairs...

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"The first time that I saw you, dear, we both were wearing swimsuits...I was pushin' twelve years old and you were pushin' ten...
And, bad as I'd been smitten - (I could not recall my name...

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It has been there for many centuries before the world began, it has served the Egyptians well and has taken the lion out of the den, the British was in it,  the Puritan have...

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”.... taste me….”

tell me how
in a keystroke
to make you come…

~ dripp
into me

”...with a devil’s tongue…”

suck it!

I’m undone!
and HOW
dare you
came!
don’t run
now coward
it’s ME…
your game
shreds a fabric
to burn a name

”...I want fire….”

eyes
flashed sin
seeking out
what’s really been
known
for all...

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Watching her board bathed in fog at the station
Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose
Usually a blur, not in this situation
Smudges can’t hide every beauty she shows

Lugging a satchel in high heels and cotton
In...

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Bully me, yours truly 
never ordained, gifted, or blessed
with mien mean characteristic
evoking, jump/kickstarting,
representing, nor zapping
friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation
if anything aura, charisma, dogma, and karma
emanating, issuing, and oozing out
body electric of one heretofore bookish...

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Full and slowly opening in the room
     a dozen roses bloom;
large buds once tightly closed
    their fragrance open and arose;
a beauty of colors, lavender base
   ...

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Rejection Slips 4

Editor's Notes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Eat, drink and be merry
(tomorrow, be contrary).
 
( and complain
in bad refrain,
but please, not till I'm on the plane!)
 
Write no poem before its time
(in your case, this...

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A Debutante’s Ball to Remember

In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into...

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On Monday morning, August 7th, 1823...someone that you’ve never heard of took his first small breath,
And all that he’s remembered for’s his awesome sour mash, and how he met, by all accounts, his quite peculiar...

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You walk a hundred miles on the old country road in the sweltering heat, looking for that one thing that will make you complete and the stars in the early morning sky keeping your company...

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Not quite a slave 

After war number 2 when the time was hard and
oil was undiscovered, hidden under deep waters 
when our town stank of stale fish oil and people
made their booze called “sats” guaranteed
free...

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The heat was high and rising
A shower came, but left too soon
   The temp was quite surprising
It wasn't even noon

   They thought it was a mirage 
As they stumbled upon a...

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Poems about Poets V



Edna St. Vincent Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch

After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act...

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goodbye summer goodbye
i will miss them so all the flowers in my garden 
they needed me and that felt right 
i spoke to the flowers explained to them
about the sun 
about the shade 
about the showers
i will miss them so 
all the flowers...

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I must confess, my poem appears a mess!
Wonder if I’ve lost my touch?
Though it seemed all right, when I began to write,
Did I edit a smidgen too much?
Having honed my rhymes, so many times,
Results are...

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It was hidden below her hairline, across her nape of neck, for her to know that it was there, but no one else just yet.

Younger sister Sophie snuck through her bedroom window. And no one...

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As i sit here and ponder
About my love that's gone
She was tall, slim and shapely
Angelic and full of song
 
But then i started to wonder
At certain times she never came home
I used to wait and...

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When you reach for what you long for does it quickly slip your fingers
Like the days that pass discretely through the shadows of the years?
When you find you're just another person 
Kneeling at the alter...

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