Long Green tea 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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Sonnets 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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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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China Tour Diary Moment #1
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KUNMING THOUGHTS


Sunday morning flight to Kunming city;
East bound to explore vignettes of China;
New vistas to sight, postcard memories;
Feast visual galore on tour agenda.

Yunnan province greets our earthly landing;
Brisk clearance and we...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
...

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AUTUMNAL

            Clean clear cerulean sky calls Autumn after rainy season.
              Curtains...

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Virtue inherited not born with 
The birth of prophecy created a new poem
Knowledge a capers coin
Hightower resurected a powerful force
Bloodlines are like landmines watch your step
Lopez connected to the source 
Compassion just another distraction 
Locate...

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Four of eight decades rest in the past
So fortunate but how long can this last
I’ve romanced, loved and married
Living a life ever so harried

Raising a family, I’ve worked hard
A successful career achieved without fear
I’ve traveled...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVIII - Tongue Teasers

If the « Yellow Race » could have invented the alphabet, they wouldn’t still be seeing « Images » when they close their eyes. Picasso, Dadaism, Surrealist and Abstract painting...

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flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire
 her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes
 bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality
 in...

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Jacobean style commentary from a callous calling card is a hazardous form in patterned growth fallout. When economically developing a cheesecake upon vast factory floors always be alert to the mindsets of machinery as it...

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It was not the first time, nor would it be the last, but who's elated about                   ...

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A woman of thousand hands,
Never I could imagine,
When I was just Ten,
My Mother said she has,
At twenty five, after my marriage,
I really found those thousand hands,
Attached very close to my arms,
And I am still pleading...

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I hardly brew coffee alongside the metaphor of
English mornings blended with summer’s febrile breath.
But, on this occasion, I did....
It was a stifling moment on television.
The social media was abuzz with the hiss of
Integrated journalism. I...

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LOSER


my parents
taught me to walk and they made me crawl
taught me to talk and they said be quiet
they tormented my mind to slay my imagination

their vociferations of scrawny advice
a fragmentation of a thought hospitalized
getting ready
for...

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In the passage of 12 full moon, Princess Layla traveled along the forest hidden from sight, her only companion Lucy, the Great Black Steed. But as much as she loved her steed, she felt quite...

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Quietly filling
 deep cups of the red blossoms.
 The morning sunrise.

 The rock bowl is full.
 Filled by the rain for the birds
 and for my quiet mind.

 Dried stalks of rhubarb
 turn brittle in...

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It's a little funny how i turned out
Most of the time my mother jokes
That I made it this far
With sunshine on sugar coated words and eyes brimmed with hope
Almost like green tea on a rainy...

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So why are you out there talking about b*tch, hoes, cars, and even your bling?

  You see if you do not first love yourself then trust me the money you got would not solve...

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part 2 of 2

8 No Love in the Heart of Town

Hot summer day
Fetty Wap heavy rotates
Done pretendin' to find a God charades
Besides feelin' not havin to try, nothin's changed
Jumped in 1 after another place
Robbed different...

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The human being…
Who is worthy to bestow this title or its meaning…?
Mortal beginners naming us damned sinners…
Begotten is this son; created in the image, the human being the Holy Grail…
Inquisitions; manipulations cloaking divine knowing with...

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"Of two sisters, I was the follower and she was the adventurer."

                      ...

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The lady from Bombay

The inner ciity school was big and noisy. 
I remember being scared and overwhelmed. 
When I saw her for the first time 
a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari.
She floated no...

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I went to church for yet another day
Lit another candle and started to pray
Thirteen years ago she passed away
Our Twentieth anniversary would have been today

I walked back home amongst falling leaves
I should have worn a...

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At the sound of the gong you appear
to seek some welcome refreshment,
dear guests to be greeted right here 
with a cuppa is our sincere intent.

There's a flask of filter coffee 
and a pot of tea,...

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