Long Distills Poems

Epigrams by Michael R. Burch

If brevity is the soul of wit
then brevity and levity 
are the whole of it.
—Michael R. Burch

To write an epigram, cram.
If you lack wit, scram!
—Michael R. Burch

Conformists of a feather
flock together.
—Michael...

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Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed...

tonight October  25th, 2022 
terrifically summarily requoting 

poetic outdated iteration,
I share the following lines
echoing in the valley 
of love and delight.
courtesy 20/20 hindsight
October twenty fifth
two thousand and twenty two
admirable,...

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Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed...
(summarily iterated June 30th, 2020)

I share the following lines
with utmost delight
courtesy 20/20 hindsight
June twenty ninth
two thousand and twenty

corrigible, fallible,
and intelligible light
hearted fella (aging
baby boomer) usually polite
doth not trend toward
superficial nor...

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I, A. Robbie - Ham guilty for gobbledygook...
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent A1 miss steak kin kith
once, a former main lion resident 
living social where Tigress and Euphrates 
converge and pool into Lake Wobegone ...

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For them.

To her the word love refers to a boy.
Something she yearns for and misses dearly.

The day they met was cold and fraught with January chill.

“Oh, that does seem so long ago.”

That is the untarnished...

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In the abyss of a heavy silence, I feel like an anchor weighing down dreams,
And the world seems an atlas that no longer knows how to bend me towards heights.
I call tenderly for shadows that...

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Oh Sweet Island!  Thou tropical paradise:
   Miles have I traced upon thy ceaseless reach
Of ocean-choked shorelines owed Heav’nly device
   Sheltering I, this marooned guest on thine endless beach.
Safe House against...

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Someday I'd like to wander free
like butterfly, like bumblebee,
perhaps to plant a willow tree
beside the silent solemn sea,

before these things exist no more,
from mountain top to shifting shore,
when, soon, bald eagles cease to soar
and build...

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Journey Journal Page
CODE SAD MODE
By Leon Enriquez


My heart knows how love hurts
Blush of wild fling casts dirt
By day sad dreary hues
By night pain comes on cue


My soul feels turmoil brief
As sadness marks high grief
My distress...

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...no more this and that as
the sweltering pain distills empty chit-chat

in the clarity of the dawn
while blinded lovers fawn

the words that are spoken are mostly broken

meant not in truth but merely as a consolation token

of...

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Hart Crane tribute

forsake our eyes
  in a lovers cry
&sigh
    shadows sweep decends
that
   doubtful day:
a lie revealed
    now proved
first seen
in its fall
   on a cloud
...

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Set your mind clear with heart that knows,
Aim to live best that way of grace;
Choice sparkles cheer with a fond glow,
Reach with fond zest beauty you trace;


Embrace wise tact that flavours good,
Dance deep delight with...

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(Dedication: For Ann with Love.)
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Ann of my days,
Days that fan cheer,
Cheer weaves each play,
Play that lives here.


Style wears a smile,
Smile that funds cheer,
Cheer lives each mile,
Mile where love piles.


Grace wears a face,
Face of fond light,
Light...

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The obsessive free-will seemingly dormant,
enwraps the misty mind with an unreal veil, 
obscures the destination God would decide,
l’ve to reach for I should at His designed will. 

The unseen glow of the omnipresent light 
floods...

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The challenges that life instills
Fighting over mounting bills
Somehow though our needs are
    met
Faith be strong, nar ye forget 
It's not about the perks and
     frills
Beckon Roses and daffodils...

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Manipulate the wordolator
spin it swirl it make it cater
   to your whims and what you wanted
your no dreamer, you are haunted
   you can't stop the rhyme you started
tell the truth you're...

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A raw quiet
stretches like a membrane
across the night.
Pulled tight it waits to amplify
the slightest sound.
Each passing minute dials up
the volume of a nerve
strung to snare
the powdery whispers of a moth
or the faint ticking wheezed
out of...

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My heart hears music
In the mundane things;
My mind swirls mystic
In the sighs I sing.


A certain pulse flings
A passage of rhymes;
In sensorial spring
Poise in thousand chimes.


Feel the colours play
When spring comes calling;
Feel the myriad ways
That stir...

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The bitterness brims and bubbles away

As the heart that once felt love over-spills.

Leaving only burnt ashes left to stay

Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills.



As the heart that once felt love over-spills

Venomous asps bite down on...

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In a mire brewed
betwixt puddles of hell and mute dissent 
a martyr wades - 
weighed down by chains of shame and disdain
alas the thirsting self-absorbed swamp
distills and swills her stewed silence 
and swallows the last...

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O'er dales and parched wells she flies
Come morning she'll blind
With her hypnotizing mist 
And low whispers

Whispers that writhe the mind in agony
That have dazed the children
Of the Round City 
As they prolix about the loud...

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My mind distills away.
Scraps from the underworld.
Of education, tradition and media shit.

I'm tired of caring.
Sick of hearing, if I could.
Control my ears closed.

Block them from bullshit talk.
Chain my eyes off the road.

The road is blind,...

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Aura of joy in radiant blooms,
Beauty now plays with buzz of light,
There is no ploy where nature grooms,
Only fond stay of feast to sight.


Serene this poise of fine delight,
Truth now laid plain in wholesome show,
Stillness...

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CHEERY 1


Moon beams sparkle
Shadows contrast;
Mid-autumn light

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Bamboo leaves
Windy rustle here;
Evening conspires

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A fruit feast
Just for two;
Simple delight

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Brown leaves litter
Pathway winding;
Discarded memories

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Lovely windfall
Dream upon dream;
Happy movements

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Grassy contours
Edgy inputs;
Stray cat prowls

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Noisy cicadas
Late night serenade;
Sleepy lullaby

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Uneasy music
Jazzy pop and rap;
Confusion...

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By the river mosel life is born again,

Breeze is virgin,sight is nonpareil;

At dawn or dusk when  the  vegetation

Casts its shadow on mosel’s glass,

The reality of paradise manifests.


What a generous land is Mosel

That distills...

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