Long Freshman Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems V

Poetry
by Michael R. Burch

Poetry, I found you
where at last they chained and bound you;
with devices all around you
to torture and confound you,
I found you—shivering, bare.

They had shorn your raven hair
and taken both...

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These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade. 

as Time walked by
by Michael R. Burch

yesterday i dreamed of us again,
when
the air, like honey,
trickled through cushioning grasses,
softly flowing,...

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All the guys and gals that I had graduated with, from Jimmy Dorsey High School, back in 1935,
Half a century later were dispersing all around us, surprising me with whom among my class was still...

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Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out...

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Katie Osprey looked up from the ground 
And she knew this was no way to end a night on the town 
“Why did you dump me onto the Garden floor” 
Which made her four-legged love...

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We’re (Lisa and I) back in Athens Georgia (hometown USA), where it’s the halcyon days of summer. The south used to be the home of summer heat - not anymore. Now everyone has their little...

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Dear Sarah the Sorceress
Dear Sarah my Sorceress
Dear Selena...
I really need to talk to you
I really need a word with you
but one word isn't going to do it for me
and all my words seem to be...

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When I was a little girl, 
I spent so much time hoping for…
The day I turned 12, 13, 16 and 18.
I wanted to know what it would be like
To wake up and see that girl...

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There was a dear who had a ridge that she perched from
It was where she felt welcome 
Below there was a road 
Where cars must go. 

They would be driving in singles and pairs 
Going...

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I don’t remember my first introduction to the idea of same sex couples. I don’t remember the first time I was told it was a “bad” thing.
All I remember is how it felt each time...

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Is it time again
Is this another day again
where I sit up once more
waste my fingers to the bone
to describe my grievance with the Sorceress
named Sarah...
No...not this time
Is it time again
is this another day when
I sit...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XIII

Davenport Tomorrow
by Michael R. Burch

Davenport tomorrow ...
all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun.

Now it is always summer
and the bees buzz in cesspools,
adapted to a new life.

There are no flowers,
but the weeds,...

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Don’t know when it started….freshman year?
I look in the mirror
	See….fat
		Hanging
			Bulges
				UGLY 
UGLY UGLY UGLY UGLY UGLY UGLY UGLY 
		UGLY
Remembering the food….calories….sugar….fat 
Passing my lips….
		Leading down my throat
			Into my stomach….onto my hips….my face…my stomach…my arms…my legs
			UGLY
Next day,...

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Chapter 3: College Preparation

My freshman year started quite smooth
Touch football broke my leg
My luck we had a tennis coach,
That brought things down a peg!

My algebra was like a dream,
Played tennis, found it fun,
And Science Fairs...

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*** How Lady Learned at Last ***

For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet,
A packed, complete fashionable style:
Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob
Of shinny, brunnette tresses above her hazel eyes.

There’d be gauzy blouses...

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When I drove away from the family farm
to embrace my freshman year
at the University of Michigan
in Vietnam-era 1970,

I was planning on majoring in political science
which later turned into a double major
in communication theory
and positive neuro-psychology

Persuasion,
cognitive/affective...

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When Cinderella Chesterfield turned 17 years old, her and I were classmates in a class called ‘classic dance’.
I was just a freshman, while Cindy was a junior, and every Wednesday morning I’d be praying for...

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I was in second grade when I started comparing myself to other girls.
I asked myself, “why am i not her?” “why are my thighs bigger?” “why can’t i have her blonde hair that seems to...

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It was the fall of fifty-four
and “cool” was the in thing.
I was a senior in high school
and had just moved 
to Camden High.  
I was checking things out.

Rambling down the hall one day
I just...

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Dear Girl,
Please go away.

You don’t love me,
You ‘luv’ me,
Because the latter is only a ghost of the first.
Don’t worry though,
I don’t hate you for it,
I only h8 you!

You don’t need me anyway,
Please go on,
You’ve got...

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Longing to see you grow so vibrantly & majestically like a precious lily in the Kerfly Hills! Show off your green-blue, velvet wings as you soar in the current of the aqua-blue sky! I’m hoping...

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Lisa, a freshman in our residential hall sister-suite, and I have become fast friends over the last couple of weeks. Before we began hanging out I penned a piece about her that she thought was...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE: COMPUTERS

The AI Poets
by Michael R. Burch

The computer-poets stand hushed
except for the faint hum
of their efficient fans,
waiting for inspiration.

It is years now
since they were first ground
out of refurbished silicon
into rack-mounted encoders of sound.

They...

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We’re (my pose is gathered this Saturday morning because I made a pancake and bacon breakfast) listening to a Britney Spears song, off one of Leong’s playlists. “I remember when I was about 8,” I...

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