Long Flatware Poems

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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Sonnets XLII-LI

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

Moonbeams on water?
the reflected light
of a halcyon star
now drowning in night...
So your memories are.

Footprints on beaches
now flooding with water;
the small, broken ribcage
of some primitive slaughter...
So near, yet so far.



A Surfeit of...

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Starlight and Moonlight II

These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …




Deliver Us...
by Michael R. Burch 

for my mother, Christine Ena Burch

The night is dark and scary—
under...

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LOVE POEMS IV by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, romance, relationships and marriage. 



She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
by...

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Fork git about spooner hiz ham

And join (singing the words 
in the next paragraph) whether alone
in a traffic jam
basting, cooking, then eating a lamb
prepared by thee missus
a superb culinary madam.

“A Ram Sam Sam” Lyrics
A ram...

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Perchance yar juiced a young man or woman 
maybe born, bread and raised in the city that never sleeps
and as a loyal son or daughter take a tram 
to enjoy a tasty repast with widowed...

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speculative fictional account
courtesy yours truly interpretation
impossible mission to surmount
tooling topographic factors,
solving quadratic equations, 
rubik's cube generally tantamount.

Perchance yar juiced
a young man or woman
Aladdin on cusp of securing lass
maybe born, bread and raised
in the city that...

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When it comes to rules of etiquette
be warned: Flackmoth’s easily upset.
Most rules are arbitrary, he insists,
promoted by the bored and idle rich
who see themselves as haute bourgeoisie
with a rigid predilection, you see,
for behavior they deem...

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It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines.
    It lay, distraught, in silence on the road.
He came around the curve, saw it too late to swerve;
  ...

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We're getting married and you say you wanna wear white 
I tell you, your chance of doing so ended last night 
I punch you in the arm and say now you can wear black and...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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Basic Black

 

 

Basic black, they chatter like

two lovers choosing flatware,

obituaries their compulsion, 

scanning through the

fineprint for the tragedies

today. "Albert Johnson, he's

a young one, taken by his

 

Maker, leaving children,

such a shame." A hunger for

the...

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My mother's dishes are as delicate as she,
Tiny pink rose bouquets and silver rims.
Once I used them with her lace tablecloth,
For Thanksgiving and Christmas back then.

Then came the day of casual living,
She had given me...

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There was always a surfeit of light in your presence.
You stood distinctly apart, not of the humdrum world—
a chariot of gold in a procession of plywood.

We were all pioneers of the modern expedient race,
raising the...

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Mid-April evening, overlooking Clear Lake
at Chelsea’s Wine Bar, a party of one:

Sipping white zinfandel, I feel the chill
of my half-empty glass while fancy-free

flatware clatters impassive pageantry.
A moment.  An hour.  Another, until,

on the wooden...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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Basic black, they chatter like
fiancees choosing flatware,
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the
fineprint for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such
a young one, taken by his

Maker, leaving children,
such a shame!" A hunger for
the details drives these gannets
to their...

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