Long Foreshadows Poems

Family Poems

Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more than...

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Poems about Children


The Desk
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and made a mess
of things sometimes.I wonder how
he learned at all...

He...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers III




Success
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;

there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette

to be delivered...

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The difference between 
bad-old-boy 
competitively evolving 
egg white privilege

And good-girl 
cooperatively revolutionary 
just-us-yolks

Foreshadows a symbiotic contrast
between prophetic performance
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her crass 
desk of...

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Children's Poems III

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Success
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;

there...

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Blank pages scribed with hate 
Empty voices scream my name
Poison lingers down my throat
It was time to let go
Deep thoughts and shallow waves 
My heart screams of a pallid taste 
Made to be let and...

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The desert edge lies on the fringe of three worlds
And under this one sun I sit alone with one crow for company
Behind my worn down shack of lack lustre dreams
Rises to the horizon a jungle...

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Although I'm childless by own hand
That's no crime as I understand
But parenthood I might restrict?
This world's not one that I'd inflict
Upon another soul by choice
So, in this cause, I raise my voice.

I do not judge...

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The story goes that the Buddha sat down under a tree

Some say he was idle and simply tired and just fell asleep

Called it meditation and could not decide where to go

		The Middle Way

In voluntary composure...

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“You love him so much, you're too blind to see
He's only playing a game
He's never loved you, he never will
And darling, don't you know he' ll never change?”  Elvis Presley - It Hurts Me...

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The tangible sunrays cast their lights to haze,
withering the moments in a day,
but the moon foreshadows its hue of white
across the darkness of the night.
In the wooden trails under the moonlit hour,
that old oak tree...

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Heartbeat, listen to the sound
Of your fallen hitting the ground.
Slower, as your vessel drops
Down to my stomach, lock
My emotions away,
My empathy never to see the light of day.

Heartbeat, hear my cries, going out
To the mercy...

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The moon bears the brunt of a dying storm that
foreshadows lovers who once shone bright with promise.
Sea waves fold over their affections as their lives rush to shore 
unfolding as their love unravels at the...

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My back is against the wall

Your memory lingers amongst the shadows

I want to gather you to me

But like a cool mist on a spring night

Memories of you slip through my fingers


My back is  up...

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Sensuous allures float in pulchritude of white swan
Upon your lotus pond, arousing visions of romance
As I see you there where pink blossoms dance
And kiss your presence in ambiance of golden dawn.

Nary a cloud foreshadows my...

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The aging street mourns its faded splendor.
It remembers having red tulips and roses
in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns
in community yards lining its borders.
But neighborhoods gradually decayed,
and nobody’s planted flowers in years.
The asphalt’s once-black fresh-tar patina
is now...

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The sun has set upon the hills
The moonlight glares as my body
Awaits the embrace of dreams.
 
My mind wanders, my thoughts drift
A noise stirs in the silence,
The crash foreshadows more.
 
A scream—is it my mother?
A...

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FORESHADOWS
of
a
close engagment
ever-present
&
predetermined

  authentic
 surprises
without
 semantic
alterntives

 unadulturated
living
so
invaluable
an
 obsessive
refrain
 inextricably
blended
without
intricate
pattern
ordered
&adhered
yet
respecting
judgement
in a
corresponding
exporation
accented
multiplicity
  scanned
then
 expunged


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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Loves Fade

Shall I compare love to a fading rose?
Fair petals lacking color fall away
Leaving a thorny stem to stick the heart.
Forever locked away in yesterday.

Amidst the fray a cooling mist finds way.
Argots in prose do...

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a ray of hope

stings the tale

feathers the tar of life

to grow once more


no illusion without sunshine 

a prism abandoned

broken mirror of 

headlights in a tunnel

canary breathing afresh

in the mines of her mind


the curtain opens again

for...

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Green is more than a color it’s true;
In viridescence there’s the promise 
Of life springing anew,
Or maybe that’s found 
In hues vibrant chartreuse.

Pea is the eyes of a jaundice and spite
It’s a virulent shade
Which foreshadows...

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Fire

Anger burns in me when not satisfied
My blood rushes to my head
Unhappy, I light a fire deep down
I can’t extinguish what I create

Satisfaction is a necessity
I turn into an uncontrollable force
Furious I see flames
Which have...

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Loves Fade

Shall I compare love to a fading rose?
Fair petals lacking color fall away
Leaving a thorny stem to stick the heart.
Forever locked away in yesterday.

Amidst the fray a cooling mist finds way.
Argots in prose do...

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The breath of the north savages the lands.
A cold that singes my bones to their core.
The air contracts while the night expands.
Sunset foreshadows of what is in store.

With the clouds compressed into flecks of ice.
The...

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Wonder when
the sun will break through
these clouds that have entered
the skies no longer blue
its favorite color.

Wonder when
these eyes will see through
the fog that has obscured
the light of the avenue
where love is discovered.

Wonder when
the tree will...

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