Long Heathered Poems

Jessamyn's Song (circa age 14-16)
by Michael R. Burch

16
There are meadows heathered with thoughts of you,
where the honeysuckle winds
in fragrant, tangled vines
down to the water's edge.

Through the wind-bent grass
I watch time pass
slow with the dying day
on...

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9.
From your tender heart I shall never part, 
always in my dreams, I shall be with you. 
In each dream, I am hit by cupid’s dart, 
now this loving dream let us float on through.

Your...

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I love your heathered highlands,
steep cliffs and rugged islands,
hedges and gardens under
rainclouds of grey.
Old steeples rise above
those small rural towns I love;
your hillsides of sunny yellow,
rolled bales of hay.

	Pipers will play their part
	stirring each Scottish...

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we …
sat here once …
so long ago it’s a dream -
a mirage of another life,
like a desert’s distant, fiery fog …
we were brine,
I, salt to your water -
churning surf that broke upon another -
that reef...

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we …
sat here once …
so long ago it’s a dream -
a mirage of another life,
like a desert’s distant, fiery fog …
we were brine,
I, salt to your water -
churning surf that broke upon another -
that reef...

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I'll begin my dot-to-dot journey at first light
when dawn paints the sky after darkness of night.
Dots like stars on the horizon will be pearlescent hues
all interlaced with shades of pastel lavenders and blues.

From that mark...

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Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses 
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out of intrusive sight and just 
Below.

Fondly the slowing bend
Hugs upon...

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I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling...

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When dawn's blush of light eclipses the moon
And afternoons find meadows sprinkled with dew
When I view willows smiling instead of weeping
And the keeping of promises is no longer a prize
When artist's eyes see only hues...

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A rotted old house deep in the South
Was where I learned to shut my mouth
And keep my stockings high and my hems low
And take care of babies and learn to sew

And the very first thing...

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A Shepherd's Day by Suzanne Alexander (SA)

Wee, from East then West!
Seen one side then Next.
Feel a beautiful day, start is laid
Sjoe, from sting of Ray.This said,

Baa, from Ewe - distinct face!
Moor from one side at...

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I grump, I slump, I scowl, I'm in a mood
To judge, nitpick and be abruptly rude.

Skies heavy under clouds of concrete gray
Lost are the pinks and lavenders of May.

This winter has worn down my sunny...

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Limericks written for St. Patrick's Day
Celebrate the Irish in ev'ry way
It's said in tales of old
Leprechauns buried gold
At the rainbow's end it was meant to stay

It's a day for dancing and wearin' green
Shamrocks in the...

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                               12/12/2023
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My friends are happy gleaning fields of grain
but I'd rather read about France or Spain.
I travel through the pages of a book,
remembering each journey that I took.

I long to see more of the whole wide...

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From the stony fields with lavender rising
White butterflies alight atop each bouquet
While speckled ladybugs frolic to aroma's flower
Shantelle's hideaway spreads before the gaze

Within her name blooms a friendly stillness
Envisaged within the heathered rocks strewn
To peruse...

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I've deleted this acrostic from the competition for personal reasons. 
        SORRY, J. D.


G lorious was the morning I climbed the Scottish highland
R adiant warmth of Summer's sun...

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I long to traipse across lavender heathered hills
and look across the North Sea as a winter wind chills.
Again, to dwell in a cottage, nestled in a green glen
or traverse Scotland's burns, I yearn. Do ya...

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Where The Heather Grows

How grows the heather in the moor
Does it still bloom as days of yore 
When baited breath transfixed the lore
Of pixies, love, and beer

Where grouse went courting in the loam
In heathered rocks...a...

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Wild beauty

Light, filtered through wild racing clouds,
Touches the surfaces of the heathered moors.
A living glowing curve and sweep,
Giving soft edges their meaning. 
Moving them magically to the eye,
Like gowns of ancient beauty.
This is where the...

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His words like kisses, soft and light,
caress her rose-stained smile,
a heathered breeze on summer nights,
versed whispers to beguile.

With tenderness and silken brush,
sweet inklings of a scene
unfolds impressions, paints a blush,
she reads his thoughts between.

Upon his...

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In yonder glen where thistles bloom,
'Midst heathered hills and meadows groom.
A lark ascends with lilting cheer,
Its song a ballad sweet and clear.

The haggis grazes on the brae,
As daylight wanes at close of day.
Auld tales of...

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I’ve seen some places in my time
So many more to see
No longer can I travel there
If only it could be...

The heathered lochs of Ireland
How could I resist
Emerald green grasses shinning 
In the morning mist…

The jungles...

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Ahh Jamie lad where hast tha bin?
not heathered shire, so searched within,
nor  mountain river's gilded beck, but
inside burnt out blackened wreck

Brings the coffin from the plane, 
touches tarmac black again; coming
home with no hello,...

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