Long Gleanings Poems

What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxious
or, worse, anticipating 
shortness of healthy...

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I Loved You
by Alexander Pushkin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
I loved you once … perhaps I love you still …
perhaps such erratic flickerings remain.
But please don’t let my feelings trouble you;
I do not wish to...

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Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The golden hills with lilacs filled, the sweet
Soft of morning dew,...

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Some poems I can’t comprehend
I struggle reading to the end
Flaunting a complex word
Its usage quite absurd
No comments not e’en from a friend!


I love learning new words on soup but  get frustrated when I see...

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“When you reap the harvest of your land, moreover, you shall not reap to the very corners of your field, nor gather the gleaning of your harvest; you are to leave them for the needy...

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Drink, Drink Of Pen, Paper And Poet's Ink

Drink, drink of pen, paper and poet's ink
As the red-faced sun in the west sinks
And morn's beaming smile promises much more
Seas of ice cream and sweet chocolate shores
Words...

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I've been going through old love letters of how we used to be.
The silly, inconsequential things you used to write to me
about nothing in particular, the mundane, the everyday, the norm.
But that Basildon Bond decorated...

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SIMPLE SAM

Simple Sam chewed rubber bands;
Lived in a shelter couldn't afford chewing gum;
Would catch pigeons to eat for meat;
He thought the wings were sweet;
Would pan-handle off the end of the interstate;
Would eat the leaves off...

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Here I reflect in a mystical place,
A multitude of mirrored me
That I can see both back and face.

We all stand here at a tension,
Bounced back and forth along the curve of infinity,
Spaced out on a...

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Gladly, I greet the gristmill guard:
…..“God is good!”*

Governed am I by this goal in the granary:
…“Grind the golden grains gaily!”

Gallantly, I am gripped with grace-greatness:
…“Garner gems of generosity!”
 
Geared am I to grasp by grueling...

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MY SOUL AND I

The Spiritual harmony of the Soul
 notes I hear early morn
Better life may be the earnest goal
 yet weakness comes when born

Sunlight sends its beauty to me
 birds sing a morning tune
Life...

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"Birds care not for whom they sing" - Silent One

For infants who feel the art of hearing for the first time...
For kids who don't distinguish between a rhyme and a chime...
For children growing up, seeing...

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Hello kids it me again back to share my own lifes gleanings.Been sick as a 
Sick dog.I am mourning,heartbroken and dealing with one assault on the body after another .This weeks guest Norwalk virus.You aint...

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DAD’S ESTATE

Dad left me no money or treasure,
His artifacts were trivial and small,
He left me no stocks or insurance,
He left hardly anything at all.
A handful of pictures and poems,
That last letter that he had sent,
The...

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Mexico again and more Injun and back to Mexico,
Tick off Lakota, Dakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho,
The Great Sioux War and lots more fuss before we invade Brazil,
Let’s hop around some islands first (punch out the Yaqui...

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Despair
By: Miracle Man
5/21/2021

Do you ever wonder just why you’re still here?
are the things in your life no longer held dear?
How can you combat these feelings of despair?
By reaching out to someone you know will care.

You...

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Cotton
Swooning acres of it
Cotton
Brown bush withering miles of it
Cotton
Fallen ground level clouds
The white of it
Memory shaking shrouds
The plight of it.

And all this innocence of white
The black earth yields
All this - strands of phony light
In dry...

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GLEANINGS
revealed
secrets
 of
restoration
of
a
masterpiece
in
layered
innovative
 to
create
 conclusions
& pose
questions


the
intensive
 effect
perfectly
plausible
by
the
 outcomes
offered

insight
 into
the potential
structured
slightly
 different
replicating
the
purpose
to figure out
 what
 is going on


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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The gath'ring dusk draws this fall day to term.
October crowned with warmth and radiant light.
The sun in arc across the sky confirms
that these fall days be passionate and bright.

Heroic are the colors autumn wears,
yet soon...

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The growing dusk draws this fall day to term.
October crowned in warmth and brilliant light.
The sun across it arc shines to confirm,
that these fall days be passionate and bright.

Heroic are the colors autumn wears.
Yet, soon...

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Breath
into my mouth
chant
ancient melodies
the whole
night
through
under the
dread moon.

Ease yourself
into this temple
built for you
by you
is you
where I worship
you in
veneration
adoration
reverence
deeply.

Where I kneel
humbly transfixed
by you
made whole
by you
entranced
by you
me
us.

So many
silent musings
of
wiser meanings
deeper places
ancient gleanings.

Immortal traces
your sighs
a concerto
a poem
a theatre
of sensations
bursting...

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The shadows caste were long upon the span of empty field,
darkness grayed the rye gleanings beneath a Hunter's moon.

Purple pansies bruised by an early frost bend blackening
in the porch's planter hiding there beneath a Hunter's...

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Everything that is given
 It's so long to me for a reason
 For just the season
 I am too cold and cultivate process receiving 
 Guide and substain
 I am too be a partaker of...

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Sleep's the Great Healer—
Sleep's the Revealer
Of hidden meanings,
Unbidden gleanings.

When sorrow aches us,
Sleep overtakes us—
Stealing away grief,
Like a welcome thief.

Night is the coverlet
For a longing lover— yet
It's Sleep who delves
Deep into our selves,
Finding dusty dreams... on...

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My old friend struggles
with his life's meaning.
Familiar with dead cats, Newton,
Einstein and incredible fractals,
he gleans patterns instantly
and misses nothing
in his galactic surveys,
nor leave a clue unglued.
He can entertain the most bazaare
concepts in the fervent hope...

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