Long Homespun Poems

These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade. 

as Time walked by
by Michael R. Burch

yesterday i dreamed of us again,
when
the air, like honey,
trickled through cushioning grasses,
softly flowing,...

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Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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She crossed a wide ocean, during war times, in danger
A life of adventure, of courage, of fear
Yet, nothing reveals the hint of the years
that have chiseled her wrinkles, but not dampened her cheer

She pours me...

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Early Poems XVI

The Beautiful People
by Michael R. Burch

They are the beautiful people,
and their shadows dance through the valleys of the moon
to the listless strains of an ancient tune.

Oh, no ... please don't touch them,
for their...

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She's pouring from a pot of tea
    as we relax on the quiet porch
Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts,
   and webs of daddy long-legs
      glisten in...

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O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But 'tis not fickle applause a...

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EARLY POEMS XIX

Bound
by Michael R. Burch

Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of the streetlamp casts strange shadows to the ground,
I have lost what I once found
in your arms.

Now it is winter—the coldest...

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Sinking into the abyss of images,
Slowly breaking through the silence,
Grief splintered heart, 
Graying, swollen like a moment
Who dreads the past, the way hope
Dreads the fated portrayal of shadows,
Blazing distant thunder through the spirit,
Remembering the fears,...

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Wind song rains dewlike intuitions
Through autumnal leaves and sunset’s peace,
Coloring the gentle seas in melancholy
Breathing light through the edges of nature’s prayer,
As she seeks to shelter all who know her worth.

Silent as the springtime clouds,...

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The Watcher 
The Watcher 
When the seventeen men neared the end of the bridge only one remained in 
sight all the others were lost in the shadow from the moonlight. He was dressed 
in tattered...

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Memories, someone asked?
Here’s one. Let me pull it out from the past,
Let me set it next to the grandfather clock in the parlor,
That used to count out time in chimes by the hour.
Mother is sitting...

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BLOTTED OUT
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined...

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Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down
Knifing in between, through volcanic haze 
Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns
Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day

Fuchsia blooms explode, steal attention
Pollens mingle on zephyr coastal breeze
Hallowed entry, this tropic dimension
Surf...

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You love me, even when I am wrong
A sinner, frail and weak, in search of a song
Reaching out to the joys I sometimes see
In hearts who give without condition or plea
You love me, and it...

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Let me show you the perimeter first Diamond with cool edges like water
Upon the shroudless sunshine of thirst That is the constellation he was after
Four well clad figures on the perimeter And a single soul...

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The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex hoar size 
   (once and for all) president 

   dons mantle of deviltry 
and trumps constitutional credo 
defining American...

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A fertilizer salesman from the South
became a famous comic years ago.
When he was young, he made no detailed plans
to rise to wealth and fame. How could he know
he’d someday make the nation laugh and clap?

His...

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You love me, even when I am wrong
A sinner, frail and weak, in search of a song
Reaching out to the joys I sometimes see
In hearts who give without condition or plea
You love me, and it...

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I was a runner
fleeing from homespun horrors that
wrapped around my delicacy like a tourniquet

Only a child attempting to bestir
the warrior dormant within;
having no idea the enthrallment 
she reveled in,
I learned to accost my demons

Nigh, even...

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WHY MR ANDERSON WHY
The underdog, none new under the sun
For the top dogs, there we see Miss Ferguson 
Doing the homespun trying to go nuts
Furiously livid like she had a blunt
Exeunt, is where she directs...

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I used to be one who thought it was weird
when grown adults dressed like yesteryear,
and tried to recreate battles long gone,
my sarcastic young mind though it all wrong.
Thought it was bizarre, grown-up make-believe,
and I said...

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Well folks, 
Les C. Moore is back
Once again to ready to offer
his unique brand of homespun populism
Let's see what he has to say ...
Les C. Moore: I would love to see
more charity given to the...

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He left the riches of Heaven,
To come to a sin-cursed world.
Born to a virgin named Mary,
God's plan of salvation unfurled.

Who would have thought that God's own Son,
Would be born in a stable stall,
Instead of a...

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There’s a balcony over Venice
Somewhere outside Dallas, Texas
Through a sliding glass door

A couple sits toasting to the croons of Elvis
With paper cup chalice
Upon their European back porch

Making conversation language love
Beneath candle moon blue August
The symphony...

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