Long Grayer Poems

Wonderland
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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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I

I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis …


Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I
loose translation/interpretation...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VIII

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school and college student. 

Moon Lake
by Michael R. Burch

Starlit recorder of summer nights,
what magic spell bewitches you?
They say that...

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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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Non ci sono labbre piu' dolci
che hanno un sapore divino,
che sciolgono il cuore piu' freddo
e piu' triste che ho cercato di conquistare
con frasi ingannevoli che non avevamo effetto;
oh, avrei voluto tanto amarla e adorarla
piu' di...

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Alas, until that fateful day when strange events arose around him
The uncontrolled powers he felt within
Growing stronger as his fight to hide them grew ever more dim
At last bursting forth to be revealed once again.

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For...

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(literary nonsense)
the winter was so long ago, burying the world in snow
rabbits hop where rabbits go, here i sit to-night
and the day i hath long dreaded which hath left me much beheaded
worn my sanity unthreaded...

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Foundation.

Does writing letters help purge negative emotional feelings after a breakup?

Title:
Catharsis 

(A man writes a letter to put with many others. He writes one each month to try to calm his mind, regarding breakup advice...

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Passion

Passion can be very good,
But it is misunderstood.
“Passion” comes from the word for “suffering,”
So, in a sense, without buffering:

It can give, but it too takes,
For every heart it lifts, it breaks!
If you feel it, then...

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Tongues stall kind words to say -
planes with wheels on a waterway-
A relentless chase of light bulbs above wondering 
minds and breaking the switch everytime
it's caught. In something. 
Mercy, grief, fires within 
choke on smoke forsaking 
hallucinations that...

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Liked her her, in the spring, he remarked,
One, only one among all who knew, loved.
And dreamed, when he arrived from a distance at dawn
And dreamed, when he leaves playing around, joking.
Winter has arrived, so the...

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He is the one cherished by the child,
The beloved within a mother’s heart,
A man whom loves without set conditions.
Loyalties champion of human compassion,
Behold the strength holding his family together,
The man we call father.
Tolerance’s whispering voice...

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MR. PLAYER COMES CALLING

Playful monkeys on trunks of gold.
Banana like branches, like hammocks.
“My friends and family dynamics…
Oh, the fun of the life I pleasantly hold!”

Jealous of a competing tree…so calm.
So busy at her task, sun...

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Life is sweet when your tongue’s hanging out and your head’s out the window of a moving car.
What could be sweeter than that?
This young mutt lived a spoiled life of long walks and car rides...

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It started from the scratches
A small frustration with myself
A mistake that may or may not have been my fault
But that didn’t make a difference
To me, everything was on me
And the world got a little grayer
Slowly...

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I remember the day, marked with
the bland of each grayer junction’s number,
It was the ascendancy of the sunder,  befallen my eyes .
A grand exchange, by the mouth of Phantom Deranged,
the sun and  the...

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Began the smallest seed of inner self                            ...

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For all those years I loved you
mean nothing to me now
their stories scatter in autumnal winds
and all their longings reach an end
time of now, today, only dreams of tomorrow
and only time of now, yearns for...

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The Summer is slowly passing, and the green is dying,
The garden of flowers loses its color,
The white storks, slowly, slowly are being lost in the heights,
Tomorrow's world will be much duller.

The scent of the flower...

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TAKE A PAGE FROM THE AGE OF THE AGED

She comes here very often, I suppose because it’s more than worth her while
The gray haired lady who cares for someone who’s hair is even grayer
When the...

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I find myself looking in the mirror. 
More often at odd angles. 
Approaching from the side. 
A view askew through my pale eyes.  

Different angles offer new perspective. 
Like drawing pictures with lead. 
A...

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The Distance Between

Far to the east, pale moonlight
Admonishes thoughts yet to be born
To the west, where yesterday is spry
The lighthouse awaits
Her flare quenched by Nature’s cry

Hag-ridden planks of an ancient pier
Weathered and grayer than what...

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It's cold again today. 
Skies are gray. 
The North wind blowing. 
A blanket of snow on the way. 

To cover what we had yesterday.  

The fence line is furrowed white, 
and the tall grass...

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I was born to a city. Once was that city,
grout and soot were my bloodline
I was in it that city, and it was in me,
my eyes were hundreds of windows,
thousands of street lamps.
I was hoodwinked...

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I have no pride
I guess it's better than suicide
You left me here to die
The ship has sank
Cause of some stupid lie

I'm always diving deep
I'ts Saturday night
Do you know where man could get some sleep
I'm a...

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