Long Expectantly Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch

In the Whispering Night
by Michael R. Burch

In the whispering night, when the stars bend low
till the hills ignite to a shining flame,
when a shower of meteors streaks the sky
while...

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Over the next two evenings after the Council had recessed, Seileach visited each of the Councilman who had voted to release Dyndoeth in an effort to assess their feelings about whether they were inclined to...

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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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I've long wondered about that so-called - "Moon landing"!?


Everything went smoothly on the morning that we launched and headed off to make our flight through space. 
And we’d now been receding from the earth for...

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This little piece was inspired by our frequent family fishing vacations when I was a boy, great memories all - 
 

As half a dozen noisy geese came gliding through the morning 
And landed rather...

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The bespectacled old man
Adjusted his spectacles and his hearing aids,
Positioned his walking stick
Then,
Inched forward as the caravan stuttered
And,
Birthed at Aqua Caliente Station

Unable to make out
The train number and destination,
He turned to me
And asked in a...

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All the answers I need were left in riddles for my modern mind to decipher
Chasing after the impossible puzzle to only find it opens to another
Evermore so, I find I have not the strength to...

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Long slender tendril of mist in the morning
snakes slowly across the cool water, wandering,
endlessly,
searching, moving slowly, seemingly without purpose,
without direction, without destination.
It fades like a ghost into the shadows,
only to reappear when the filtered light...

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 Eye chased mye deer into the rough the golf was tough and leathery the ball 
wound up in the gulf near the coarse leather...

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I was born on July 20, 1958.

Being one of seven children and having a mid-summer birthday, even as a young boy, it was 
not uncommon for my birthdays to come and go without much fanfare.

In...

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Remember the innocent days of youth 
Our smiles would brighten up the evening sky
When we believed in honesty and truth 
And swore we were never going to die 
Dancing happily across life's green fields 
Feeling...

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 A TRIBUTE
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“Puppy love” can be overwhelming…and is often unforgettable -

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The Check is in the Mail
		                            Authored by...

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Hot August, 1974, I was back for my second year at college,
having just settled into a new place at Anita Apartments,
right next to the guys’ apartment complex called Tanner’s.
My first night, we answered a knock...

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The Chair

     Calls out my name. 
     It is ever at the side of the bed. 
     Waiting there for me to climb...

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Expectantly and nervously
I sought an empty chair.
Cousins I hadn’t seen for years
Were already gathered there.

We had come to hear the reading
Of Great Aunt Katie’s final will.
She had been left a wealthy widow 
By my mama’s...

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HEADLIGHTS ON DARK ROADS

Timid tentative tap on her door at midnight
as she lay expectantly in suspense and the hope
that he would defy all obstacles to prove his love
for her

Like Romeo and Juliet forbidden to date...

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Simeon spent his life waiting for Christmas day,
A moment prophesied by many who held sway,
That wonderful moment of waiting expectantly,
Upon something in the future, a virgins pregnancy.

Although not in a time when folk had any...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every move
Like lichen on the leeward side of an ancient oak,
Like...

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In 1985, we had three daughters.
They were 5, 10, and 11.
So life was fun, of course.
Each daughter had a gerbil.
Flopsy, Crumbone and Taylor.
Don’t ask me which is which.
They are rodents.

I broke my leg on a...

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One brisk winter morning, as I sat and tried to write, while snow was falling gently on our lawn, 
I noticed that the seed - inside the feeder just outside the window where I often...

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What is it like to truly love a woman?

It is being so taken by the initial meeting that you now can't imagine your life 
without her...

It is getting to know her & feeling like you're...

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Pizza boxes line the floor and litter my recent calls,
I don’t know the time of day or the last time I ventured outdoors.
Lost in my own worthless abyss, drowning in my thoughts,
Look at this mess...

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shared a strange reality made from footsteps
the land of spirit being open to improvisation
with existence a fountain of plenty for all
too much meaning too much of the time
is it not true to the self of...

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