Long Forts Poems

Poems about Poems (II)

Kin
by Michael R. Burch

for Richard Moore

1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss?
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any atmosphere,
but closest here...

2.
You seek an air
so clear,
so rarified
the effort leaves...

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Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds



Flying
by Michael R. Burch

I shall rise
and try the bloody wings of thought
ten thousand times
before I fly...

and then I'll sleep
and waste ten thousand nights
before I dream;

but when at last...
I soar the...

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State of the Art (II)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer 
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline...

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I discovered a poem longing in my heart, it is for you, 
And it is about you, my sweetheart. This poem resembles you.
I wrote it this morning, before the arrival of the auroral shadow.
Her words...

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I'M REALLY SORRY TO HEAR THAT WE HAD SO MANY LAUGHS ON EVER SUBJECT BOY THE FBI SCRATCHED THIER HEADS LISTENING TO US 7 YEARS  RIGHT SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD ORDER THOSE TAPES...

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Poems about Poets I


The Wonder Boys
by Michael R. Burch

for Leslie Mellichamp

The stars were always there, too-bright cliches:
scintillant truths the jaded world outgrew
as baffled poets winged keyed kites—amazed,
in dream of shocks that suddenly came true ...

but...

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THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE

In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was totally the opposite of anyone who strives to form the...

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there were his baseball cards
collected in a shoebox,
his model submarines, and planes.
he paced in a restless waddle
from corner to corner in our bedroom.
he could beat me at any game
and always wanted to prove it.
the five...

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Hereafter in the times of tomorrows yesterday,
                            ...

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I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new friends and activities 
that carried me ever farther from my...

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In my dream, appears a mysterious land from far away...                       
of the vermilion sky at mesmerizing  dawn, 
Prayers arising from boats on holy river,...

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ISLAND HOPPING
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS


My first day of community service at Glen Oaks
Assigned to spend time with a few elderly folks
Spotted an old gentleman staring out into space
Weathered beaten hands and a sun etched face
How are...

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across the Doggerland dogged people trudge
  Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing
  hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down
  the mighty maw of an ice wall crunches, enforcing southward retreat
  remoulding the...

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On the Trans-West Africa High way we drove
Thoughts of decades we carried 
Rich history to be unfolded
Beautiful sights of trees and mountains we view
Hail God’s creation
For his handiwork is perfect
Stories of the Liberian camp at...

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.
  They lived in caves
  As hunter gatherers
           Nomads
         Even worse
    ...

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In bustling cities where dreams take flight,
Amidst the chaos, people strive and sway,
A tapestry of faces, colors bright,
Unity in diversity, a sight divine,
In every heart, a love beyond compare.

In boardrooms where deals are made, economy's...

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the...

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                 Eternal skies tease the ground below, 
shows shelf lustrous in the waters eye, in aroused reflecting cameo, 
seducing...

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Written: July 09, 2023
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Jump in the cool water for a chilling time.
Where worries are forgotten and spirits climb.
Watermelon treats, juicy and sweet,
A taste of summer is a delightful feat.

Bright fireworks burst into the night sky.
Colors...

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O Thou the beauteous lofty fort! 
O ancient manse O royal court! 
O land of beauteous holy dream! 
Thou art a shield of mortal mort

Thou midst of ancient royal mead
A royal shade A royal hand
From...

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Could you be the Trojan horse,
To bypass the defences of my heart?
Let harmless acts of kindness, run a course,
Break all barriers, to the tiniest part

For once there was, a fancy conqueror,
With soldiers and horses, and...

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From Ladakh’s icy edge to Kanyakumari’s golden beach,
India's soul isn’t just a place, it's within reach.
Not just maps or borders, but legends, alive and loud,
A rhythm, a beat, of which every culture is proud.

Tricolour waves...

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I had waited for you seemingly forever
So long did it take before you were to come into my life
But in so many ways you had always been there

Your hair so white more than once people...

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brothers we be, brother we be free


brothers we be
brother we be free
me and lil bro would have these sword fights
yelling fight to our deaths
yelling to the victor gets Kristina the neighbor's daughter
we were young
about ten
drawing...

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The time was between the years of 1972 or 1976 when I was thirteen to about sixteen years old. The place was "The woods behind the Westbury Sweetshop" In the town of Iselin, New Jersey,...

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