Long Handiwork Poems

God's bag of sugar 
Burst all over the North
The sweet scent of the stars are pleasant to the eyes.

The limiltless strength of the belt of Orion
Three stars in one belt, 
That only God can bind
Bring...

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BEGINNINGS

The WORD was there before the dawn of time
the Trinity communed in sacred tongue
with sounds unheard, unspeakable, sublime
they uttered words of their unending Love.
With power in God's WORD the world was formed
and from His mouth...

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As I pivot to confront my offspring, I anticipate the sight of terror etched in their innocent eyes, a reflected horror that would mirror the abyssal darkness that has long resided within me.

Instead, I am...

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This Current Life of Mine
          Created by the Supreme Almighty for His pleasure, I bear His image with body, soul, and spirit --- fashioned through His...

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My sweet mother of pearl struck a ruby eyed reef. 
Then quickly sank into the deep, just shy of the cay of life. 
Don't remember much about her,
Daddy never had much to say... about the...

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The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep
And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap.
Time for some mischief, he mischievously said,
I'll shake up Manvile and fill them with dread.

For such a vile creature was the...

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Adept Anglophone pines to learn Yiddish as a second language

When alive colorful turns of phrases
uttered courtesy my father or mother
whose ability to describe a situation
perfectly verbalized and couched by
a dialect of High German including
some Hebrew...

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When vitamin and medication bottles became plaything of the missus

Mental health of yours truly
heavily reliant upon one selective serotonin
reuptake inhibitor named fluoxetine (Prozac)
aside from countless
(approximately seven) other
prescription medications kept
stashed in a plastic tray
until one or...

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This the Devil Will See!

1960.  New to our new neighborhood,
I wondered how mom and dad had gotten so rich?
For the first single-family home of my life,
And I realize only now, of theirs, too!

Two floors....

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Her wedding day was beautiful, when she wed her beau,
Innocent and trusting, so little did she know
About the man who had stolen away her tender heart
And now wed to him she was, 'til death do...

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Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
of possessiveness.
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.

Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
towards another.
Can cast...

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Life is precious , therefore he cultivates it
     it's vastness among all his compositions
   they flow like an aria from many instruments
       ...

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Arms and head missing.
Not an accident.
This was intentional.

Bobby Bendarino smiling.
Busting with pride over his handiwork.
Unashamed of his behavior.

Convinced he'd get away with it
He even winked.
Making the young girl's screams louder.

"Damn," I thought,
"Why do I have...

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Will you make the cut?
Or settle for a shortcut?
Coaches' scuttlebutt

Execute the steal 
Professing rather than real
The truth to conceal

Blessing progeny
Highlights God's sovereignty
Not autonomy

Man's wisdom swaggers
'Til adversity staggers
Making Sandbaggers

Men try to judge Him
When self-righteousness rules them
Worthless...

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The raven knows, listen to his soundings warning,
Beware and listen to what he says, harken unto this
Messenger of death for he sees all things, be it dark or light!
Black ebonies feathered sentinel, warily watching, as
The...

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On the Trans-West Africa High way we drove
Thoughts of decades we carried 
Rich history to be unfolded
Beautiful sights of trees and mountains we view
Hail God’s creation
For his handiwork is perfect
Stories of the Liberian camp at...

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Her long sleeved robe matched the hue of the plants so perfectly 
that it was hard to tell where the rest of the color and her form began. 
Her skin was a papery, ghostly white....

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The fear grasp our hearts as we set in the hallway until the storm passed by. Mom was always afraid and made us kids run to the center of the home to hide from the...

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I had deep thoughts on man.

Is he God’s masterpiece or a fiasco?
I determined, man is God’s failed handiwork.

The reason being, although God gave man a specially designed brain 
that is way superior from all other...

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By way of Amtrak we journeyed slowly but surely from Sacramento to Chicago.  We departed Monday morning July 21st at the scheduled time of 11:09 am.  From that moment on, one could feel...

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Let me hear that applause though I've done little to warrant it
Time is a poor curative for what's fundamentally broken
Brain's full pal, sorry, you've gotta go home
Even though I'm the one who paid for you...

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Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate

(alternately titled: a retrospective review 
randomly selecting an outdated poem 
stored within Apple icloud queue
methinks ye might might savor preview

regarding general overview
how yours truly dabbled 
with words where new
sense...

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Born into the lap of loneliness
Adam paced restless up and down
God knew he badly needed a mate
And willed the solitary man, a companion
Nonpareil in beauty and grace,
God wanted her to be the marvel of marvels
With...

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VILLANELLES IV

She Always Grew Roses
by Michael R. Burch

a belated eulogy for my grandmother, Lillian Lee 

Tell us, heart, what the season discloses. 
“Too little loved by the ego in its poses,
she always grew roses.” 

What...

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Masses forming classes boarding:
Corral Gates of slaughter, hauling, sorting- human beings-aborting
our innocent(sons and daughters)
Bishops Queens and Cannon Fodder-
their crop of sheep sacrifice to image of the Beast 
es cargo for the Elite Machine; of
Underground in...

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