Long Endeavored Poems

For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight...

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Oft in My Thought
by Charles D'Orleans
translation by Michael R. Burch

So often in my busy mind I sought,
Around the advent of the fledgling year,
For something pretty that I really ought
To give my lady dear;
But that sweet...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VIII

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school and college student. 

Moon Lake
by Michael R. Burch

Starlit recorder of summer nights,
what magic spell bewitches you?
They say that...

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Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days back in time,
Would not be all very  recent,
Last ones of grateful recline
To golden...

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I will admit I was a tightwad, though that fact shames me now,
As never changing mountains, often colorful mists will allow!

I never meant to be unkind, but only endeavored to be practical,
Like the moon exiting...

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Come join the unraveling circus
quite soon to be passing our way,
with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -
line up as they lead us astray!

Arriving, the elephant trumpets
agendas of aberrant acts
while the donkeys drool,...

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Rhyme  Quatrain



Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days not so recent,
And ones of grateful recline
To golden years so sublime.

Mother, telling...

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It caters to an arrogance of hate
when war becomes a method of despite.
Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate
a dogma that defines inhuman blight.
The devil’s plan has given due consent
to let annihilation be the goal.
Let...

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The pretext of my residency here seems to have exhausted itself. I now find myself in need of offering an explanation for the immediacy of my departure. No doubt certain obvious reasons will come unprompted...

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Bond, Dragon Bond, found his interest most piqued on one spring day.
He did suspect, that the St. Louis Arch, is a weather-controlling array.
Storms simply dissolve and disappear when coming the St. Louis way.
Is it magic...

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from crude beginnings came primitive man
learning to cope with natures darkened wilderness,
wild plants,wild animals,wild environment,and
day to day uncertain productiveness...

an animal by nature,commuting the body with inferior things,
sticks and stones became weapons and tools
the processed skills,from...

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She was my father's aunt which made her my great aunt.                        ...

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Mother,
I used to walk in dark places and know that I was safe.
Because I knew that I loved you.

Mother,
I have abused my brothers and sisters.
I have contaminated your purity with murder.
I have raped your daughters.
I...

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With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear

 Virtuoso Maestro unleash 
       a Composition Grandioso
...

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Like an earthquake that strikes far off the ocean SHORE,
Turning into a tsunami and creating havoc with a mighty ROAR.
Every effort is endeavored to keep our inward storm out to sea;
So deep inside our silent...

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You suddenly appeared to me Jesus.
You were sitting in the lotus position
in your raiment of colorful robes. . .levitating.
Your wavy long locks had turned grey.
You did not speak to me, you just
looked at me with...

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We had a relationship that never was.  She was my best friend.  We 
were spiritually inclined and emotionally attached to one another, but whether or
not we felt amorously toward each other was never...

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Pause…
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Alexander a Tsar of ideals
A man of heart and noble thought
His mentor, Swiss, Monsieur La Harpe
From childhood, molded to play histories part

He built his armies, to defend his land
His imperial crown and noble lands
Serfs and...

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Short curly haired, dimpled face little girl.
Born in a place known as ghetto world.
She can see it plain as day through those big brown eyes.
She's gotta grow up quick, she's gotta grow up wise.
If she...

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How can a love,
When it fits like a glove,
Go from a quarrel to end?
Well, it sometimes unravels
When one of you travels,
And loneliness seeks out a friend.

If I'd only known
That you weren't my own,
I might have...

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Reflections on the Loss of Vision
by Michael R. Burch

The sparrow that cries from the shelter of an ancient oak tree and the squirrels
that dash in delight through the treetops as the first snow glistens and...

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I'm up , I am awake
The night owl per se
Love thee - love thee not , that I ought to be
Up at night with the radio, tuned to 3:00 AM
Laugh a bit at that on...

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Buds of love bringeth thy breath
Buds of love - on a sun shiny day
The rosebuds bloom in the womb
The womb of the soul in a sort of way
Shines the sun - nourishing thy bud
Awakening thee...

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NOT THE WRONG FEELING

When I lost my heart to the man I loved,
How could it be wrong when it felt so right,
My father told me little girl of mine, he'll ruins your life,
Brake that tender...

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