Long Incarnadine Poems

The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence to revolve around,
found wanting direction or course,
cursed with the thought...

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Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like searchlights seeking contact in the distance . . .

Quiescent unions...

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Starlight and Moonlight II

These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …




Deliver Us...
by Michael R. Burch 

for my mother, Christine Ena Burch

The night is dark and scary—
under...

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LOVE POEMS IV by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, romance, relationships and marriage. 



She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
by...

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Sonnets XCVIII-CII

Willy Nilly
by Michael R. Burch

for the Demiurge aka Yahweh/Jehovah 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?

Isn’t it silly, Willy...

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Part 3:          AT HEAVEN’S GATES

To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of...

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Beyond the distant saddened sight,
inside this lonely broken place,
I see the light that slowly fades,
the flame that burns like love's gaze
into this empty soundless space,
the void of mind and thought and name,
where all has gone...

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After the summer sun, once the waves have had more than they can swallow,
a melancholic mood looms large, wherein the floundering victims wallow.

The sudden descent into silence hits harder than the outburst of noise before...

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Timeless my breath
But for what insidious monstrosity?
Drivel this forms as it goes
Send for my resignation

Drain my thoughts
Feel these fangs dig into my heart
Claws shine bright against moon
Incarnadine to surround

How a bark  can seize the...

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Alas poor consciousness, I knew thee well.
You of a wonderful nature-
Of passion and fury,
You of desperate desires-
Of anguish and ecstasy.
What has become of you?
Have you lost your fire-
That incarnadine glow from within?
Though it was certain...

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We met in rage, incarnadine fury,
meandered, then, became tenacious friends.
From wary circling hearts, we took the chance,
we joined our hands, we spun in place, we laid
a spiral architecture down, we formed
a spring, mosaic metal, powerful
enough...

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Tirelessly tapping the ecliptic elixir of modernity
the marionette hurls pebbles at minarets

The rot of this wretched wine vivified his rapturous pith
platting the tombs of his sodden salience 

The pangs of arousal cleave onto the inebriated...

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On supposedly eternal shore, 
steps purposefully wander as they did before not long ago
when existence swoop with the bow over strings-
its created harmony an unseen, camouflaged racket-
where trampled and washed sand 
allowed more human traces...

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And if one could see me
If one could feel me
Inside their mind
Phobias arise in a soul

Recalcitrance done unto thyself?
Possibly futile claims of sanity
And you try to make me
Try to tear down my animosity

Never can you...

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Like a bridegroom crowned in crimson,
He rises out of his chamber,
Scarlet circlets round his person,
Bedecked in tangerine amber; 

With tears of joy* shed on the grass,
The world rejoices when he comes,
His smile's reflected on the...

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Dear Sire, minstrel and poet oh most dear 
prithee doth tell whilst thou with quill adore 
thine art of rarest breed, mine heart doth peer 
whereon I do beseech thee write me more 

of yesterday's...

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