Long Exultant Poems

Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I refused to sing,
Almost an anticipation in his voice,
As if he...

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Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both worlds grow obscure.



Muse/Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

“What will you conceive in...

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Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.

There...

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Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood.



bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u are charming...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (III)

A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied onto hundreds to thousands of web pages. That’s a lot...

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I need some self-control…
I need some courage right this instant
Boldness and brilliance is on my tongue…
Bravery was always my middle name…
But, I need His Holy Spirit as a whole…
I need some patience and strength 
To...

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Harry Horsman's treatment was withdrawn over a week ago and they are making him comfortable, he is now in Hospice care.

Susan Ashly…we can only hope that Hospice care can keep Harry comfortable. May comfort be...

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In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.

It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows...

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Poems about Poets



Long Division
by Michael R. Burch

for Laura Riding Jackson

All things become one
Through death’s long division
And perfect precision.



Nod to the Master
by Michael R. Burch

If every witty thing that’s said were true,
Oscar Wilde, the world would...

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Still binge reading Bertrand Russell...
9/8/2020

I plunge further into 
erudite epistemological philosophication
courtesy said renown British polymath,
philosopher, logician, mathematician,
historian, writer, social critic,
political activist, and Nobel laureate.

Whew! His treatise
A History of Western Philosophy Quite profound 
grist for intellectual mill
yours...

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Yah! Let me tell you,
Let me tell you about the last struggle in our country
2000 political violence.
Those days thousands of people lay dead            ...

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In the North American elections
That we could call  erections “made in USA” 
How many Republican brays have won a government
Losing with great sorrow other democratic brays.
After the greeting between a very stupid donkey
And another...

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Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
    ...

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On the brow of manhood I bore you
Dreaming of a successor to my throne
Invested wind and echo full of dew
Native prince, that was ever all I own
Knowledge and experience to make
Wealth out of nothing, like...

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Ill Wind of


It comes replete with verve and belief

Full blown in its gusto and rote of surety 

Yet its goal is to confound and mislead

And bury all the true faces of love

It’s an ill wind...

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I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.

Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by...

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My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.

Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and...

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I knew him from my past
He was kind and beautiful, 
A silent sigh breathed out
From the feelings, so overwhelming
Larger than life feelings – melting
Away the darkness, sending
Light through the heart and soul

I knew him like...

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I seethe with livid rage within the bowels of my being
when sitting upon the porcelain goddess ample defecation doth cling
immediately triggering an internal self hatred 
   charge of body electric to signal an...

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Mired in muck. Appendageless.
Sinking in shadowy whispers.
Surviving is senseless.
Eternity is a marathon with no bathrooms, no water, no finish.
I pray for light, Satan pulls the shades
No hope, no truth, no tomorrow.
I need a friend to...

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January 2 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 4-5

Key Verse - Genesis 5:24 And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME WALK WITH YOU

Thank You,...

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Rationalisation of Explanation


Do not question
The almighty plan
For such are the reprisals of fear
That turn blind despair into adulation 

The evident proof
Existent in raped women and children
Irrefutable in famished stomachs
Undisguised in all the suffering

Hangs stark and...

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The mossy green lump juts invitingly
An overhanging face of vertical formation
Moist rocks often kissed by hovering clouds
The steep trek is overwhelmingly dangerous

Fearlessly she set out for the daunting climb
A pull that attracts goal-driven people like...

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no emotionally ecstatic experience compares 
   to the seminal instance 
   whence spermatozoa 
   (from profuse ejaculation) beget

the miraculous propensity 
   to procreate despite the steep odds...

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I took my mum to slimming world 
On every Tuesday night 
She’d get her finest glad rags on
And beam with sheer delight

Not much of an adventure,
On the way she’d barely speak.
But she’d set her sights...

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