Long Florid Poems

Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
regarding countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part) such as...

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Some Pro's and Con's of being Virtually Connected to Reality poetic verses

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
even countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part)...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
                      ...

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On a magnificent morning, in the fragrant month of July,
I was heading to a new job, amidst the golden butterflies.

For I had been hired by Nasa's, Langley Research Center,
To work on new projects, and to...

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My (bleeding) heart is filled to overflowing, 
To see any growing glad(iolus), garden glowing;
Each sun peached, (petunia) petaled delight,
Is frozen in precious moments of pure delight,
From bursting buds, to the spicy boom of blooms,
Nature is...

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Let's dwell a tiny bit  on that  skill  most hanker after,
of mastering a language that especially enthrals,
infused with magic rhythm so fervent,
pulsing music lilt,  anthem-rich samba,
think for one ecstatic heady moment,
if...

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Poems for Poets VIII


Fireflies
thinking to illuminate the darkness?
Poets!
—Michael R. Burch


BeMused
by Michael R. Burch

You will find in her hair
a fragrance more severe
than camphor.

You will find in her dress
no hint of a sweet
distractedness.

You will find in her...

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The Conundrums of Today and the Promise of Tomorrow

A tear of genuine sorrow forming in the eye of an innocent child 
The fear of what the feminine has borrowed in order to represent itself as...

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POEMS FOR POETS X

US Verse, after Auden
by Michael R. Burch

“Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.”

Verse has small value in our Unisphere,
nor is it fit for windy revelation.
It cannot legislate less...

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Have you ever wished to be able to capture a moment?
Not by the aid of photography
But by capturing and saving it in the memory that never gets full
For when you want to relive it you...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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who felt incorporeal storied power 
   of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid 
instructing hypothetic rich kid to drop out of school 
   before his/her first grade
coz of all the money...

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As a young girl growing up in the 50s and 60s, Hollywood’s glamorous and glitzy lifestyle fascinated me. Popular actresses such as Jane Russell, Ava Gardner, and Rita Hayworth captivated me with their mink stoles,...

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The sparkling dawn lighted up my heart’s horizon, 
spread the sunburst colors of yearning
on the fervent garden blooming with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face.

The patina of rose flushed your cheeks,
glittering with the...

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Because She Craved the Very Best
by Michael R. Burch
 
Because she craved the very best,
he took her East, he took her West;
he took her where there were no wars
and brought her bright bouquets of stars,
the...

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Laying on a white beach reading you a story                          ...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my...

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To hear me would sound like a symphony of octaves –
played all at once with concrete fingers
on diamond in the rough strings.

To see me…O’, to see me you would have to turn,
ever so slightly sideways,...

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You remind me of sleep.
A nap on the cool tile
That makes the heat rush
Out of my cheeks
In all shades of 
Red and pink.

You remind me of rest.

You remind me of the feel of scented blankets.
Rough...

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A Sense of Diamonds
To hear me would sound like a symphony of octaves –
played all at once with concrete fingers
on diamond in the rough strings.

To see me…O’, to see me you would have to turn,
ever...

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THE MUSE

I shall leave the city, the bustling town.
I shall walk to the outskirts of the wild plains, 
And drink from heaven mystic rains, 
Lying in the reeds, drunk upon the down.

My shoes are worn,...

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'No pain,no gain‘ Mum reminded us wryly.
'No lemon no melon' Dad quipped adding pith to the bitter- sweet maxim.
So there we stood, Sis and I, incarcerated by our own parents and ordered to repaper the...

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               A coloratura rises 
                ...

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Carpe diem? sweet, yet meet?… whimsical? smart? how do I start?…
On a birthday, it’s worth saying something special from the heart.

While I’ve penned all kinds of rhymes— ahead, behind the times, a range—
Some in verse...

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Waiting for petrichor to rise                              ...

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