Long Fumbling Poems
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Open Oceans
"Open Oceans"
Kneeling on pearls
wisdom preys
praying
preying
hungry hearts
count the days
wasting away
in all that preying
for prayers
to be answered
children become
strangers
reading
strange words
finding
themselves puzzled
genuflecting to a deity
they do not know, nor wish to
fumbling
mouths closed,
swallowed hole
in the...
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Categories:
fumbling, journey, love, mother daughter,
Form:
Epic
WonderlandWonderland
by Michael R. Burch
We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test
the beatific anthems of the blessed,
the sentence of the martyr, and the pen’s
sincere religion. Magnified, the lens
shot back absurd reflections of each...
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Categories:
fumbling, allegory, allusion, analogy, crazy, fantasy, imagination, magic,
Form:
Sonnet
Rejection Slips 2Rejection Slips 2
The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,
the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
the face in the...
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Categories:
fumbling, beauty, death, desire, life, longing, love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
SeeSee
by Michael R. Burch
See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are...
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Categories:
fumbling, age, goodbye, life, loss, time, women,
Form:
Sonnet
Sonnets Xxxiii-XliSonnets XXXIII-XLI
The Folly of Wisdom
by Michael R. Burch
She is wise in the way that children are wise,
looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes
I must bend down to her to understand.
But she only smiles, and...
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Categories:
fumbling, child, childhood, children, death, life, time, world,
Form:
Sonnet
Free Verse IiNucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch
“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.
“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a disaster,”
cried glib Punjab.
“After Y2k,
time will spin out of control anyway,”
flamed...
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Categories:
fumbling, angel, child, childhood, children, family, time, world,
Form:
Free verse
Juvenilia: Early Poems IvJuvenilia: Early Poems IV
I wrote this around age 17.
Bible Libel
by Michael R. Burch
If God
is good
half the Bible
is libel.
I read the Bible from cover to cover at age eleven, ten chapters per day, at the suggestion...
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Categories:
fumbling, poems, poetry, poets, teen, write, writing, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Free Verse IiiSalve
by Michael R. Burch
for the victims and survivors of 9-11
The world is unsalvageable ...
but as we lie here
in bed
stricken to the heart by love
despite war’s
flickering images,
sometimes we still touch,
laughing, amazed,
that our flesh
does not despair
of love
as...
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Categories:
fumbling, body, desire, kiss, love, together, war, world,
Form:
Free verse
IronbarHe just appeared to me, like wispily curling
Chimney smoke,
One grim and early morning in the very midst of
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly
Driving up...
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Categories:
fumbling, nature, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Modern Sonnets IiMODERN SONNETS II
I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.
In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch
The...
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Categories:
fumbling, art, romance, romantic, romantic love, song, write,
Form:
Sonnet
Early Poems IiJuvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch
Desdemona
by Michael R. Burch
Though you possessed the moon and stars,
you are bound to fate and wed to chance.
Your lips deny they crave a kiss;
your feet deny they ache to...
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Categories:
fumbling, poems, poetry, poets, teen, write, writing, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Two Lovers Xi - Carefully Chosen WordsHe is looking at her a bit sanctimoniously
He is about to mansplain again
"Am I spooking you?" he asks grinning
"I'm not trying to propose, Cutie.
God no. Could you imagine?
I just think it's possible, you know?
I'm just...
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Categories:
fumbling, discrimination, lost love, love, relationship, romance, romantic
Form:
Free verse
Love Poems ILOVE POEMS I by Michael R. Burch
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, a first date and dating, a first crush, a first girlfriend and...
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Categories:
fumbling, friendship love, inspirational love, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Son, You Need A Haircut: 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand."
(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)
The muskiness...
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Categories:
fumbling, anger, angst, anxiety, conflict, confusion, jealousy,
Form:
Prose
Deleted - Both Audio and TextBeing fired for no good reason, particularly just before you qualify for your pension, is a very devastating experience. This happened to one of my sisters -
...
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Categories:
fumbling, business,
Form:
Narrative
Faithmedication malfunctions, feelin 6 in depression
world guessin eyes stressed when, lord of heaven drops confessions
code of matrix saturates, bash it's core of hate.....
make my getaway, in noble deeds as I speed.....
so fast must move slow,...
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Categories:
fumbling, 3rd grade, faith, hip hop, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 8Contemplating on a previous conversation with Job and his wife,
I drew a breath of relief, remembering my humbling purpose
Sin was imminent on my brow, though I was beyond its impetuosity
Suffering dines with long-lived perspective, sharpening...
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Categories:
fumbling, adventure, anger, heart, mentor, psychological, romance, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
My Heart Will Go On - POTDPOTD 30th August 2018
The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings? Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No...
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Categories:
fumbling, grief, heartbreak, lost, romance,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Doomsday Clock Minute HandDoomsday Clock minute hand...
hovers over 100 seconds to midnight
as of January 2022,
which apocalyptic prognostication
established by the Bulletin
of Atomic Scientists
maintained since 1947,
the clock quantifies a metaphor
for threats to humanity
from unchecked...
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Categories:
fumbling, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Organic GratitudeEastern stars light our responsibility
to ease ridiculously democratic suffering of Other.
Western horizons speak not of suffering
much less death as inevitable failure.
Dark horizons speak of pain,
and how to avoid it through Other as ourselves.
Eastern lights speak...
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Categories:
fumbling, birth, blessing, culture, health, power, sad love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Plagues of Our DayThe blind man waited,
at the intersection, for someone
to help him cross the busy boulevard...
and he was accustomed to live in twilight,
fumbling for a hand on his right;
and he finally found mine!
Judge humanly...not pettily,
you could...
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Categories:
fumbling, baby, family, grief, home, sad, home, light,
Form:
Narrative
SmokeSmoke
by Michael R. Burch
The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within (the din was in) my mind, and I can't say
if...
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Categories:
fumbling, boy, boyfriend, first love, for teens, teen,
Form:
Verse
Summer HazeSummer Haze
by Michael R. Burch
The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within (the din was in) my mind, and I can't...
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Categories:
fumbling, farewell, first love, goodbye, sky, summer, teenage,
Form:
Couplet
Stay Alive ForeverCan I...how dare I ask this
Is it for the wrong intentions
How dare I ask this without sounding
conceited, overconfident, apprehensive
Well...what's there left to lose
Can I, can I stay alive forever
Immortality is not my desire or a...
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Categories:
fumbling, for her, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Rwanda's WhyI'm driving through such beauty, this lush rural countryside. I find it hard to believe that my
career has taken me to here. Being where I am is so much different to the Highlands from...
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Categories:
fumbling, africa, death, people, places, world,
Form:
Prose Poetry