Long Inhumanly Poems

Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the...

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Rejection Slips 3

Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch

Whenever my writing gets rejected,
I always wonder how the rejecter got elected.
Are we exchanging at the same Bourse?
(Excepting present company, of course!)

When editors reject my poems, did I slip...

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Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.

When I held you in...

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Rejection Slips

With over 5,700 publications if I count poems that have gone viral, I suppose I shouldn’t complain … but I do have some poems that have never been accepted for publication. Here are a...

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



Will There Be Starlight
by Michael R. Burch 

Will there be starlight
tonight
while she gathers
damask
and lilac
and sweet-scented heathers?

And will she find...

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Achievement, 2 of 2
                         —Time to share—

I cried and bewailed 
while...

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Why are these referred to as Deadly?
They kill the body, crush the spirit,
Alter one's mind, make over your being,
Deal with others inhumanly, defy the law
And the inspired prophetic Word of God!

As long as the earth...

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Comrades, do you believe in heaven or hell surely?                          ...

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It’s like a lamb to the slaughter
The thing is she KNEW
KNEW that beneath the alluring smile
And enigmatic eyes
Lay
A monster.
A demon.
Inhuman cold skin cluing in
The lamb
Her shepherd leads you to Hell.
But she’s drawn in 
By seductive...

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Lullabies are for babies
too hard to understand by an adult
so let me write a  song in story
of a girl
who has a little too much to understand.. 

And those little minutes felt like forever,like it's perpetuity
Ripping...

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Songs of hope ring out this night
People gathered under street lamps
Naming those who have died
In United States led detention camps
We now hear how much they lied

Our bowed heads with many tears
Each drop a life separated...

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PHOTO  


Real shining bravery, without any woes
Pictures and medals in dust covered glass
Junk shop shelves  filled with mementos, 
Faded yellow paper,  dull unpolished brass. 

But it strikes me as most  pitiful
The...

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Craving for rats awhile 
grippingly standing, leaded by the stomach; 
Barks the hen over the Eagle’s tragedy 
lands the hit on the mountain beak 
sneaking the eye on shadows awhile; 
Heading for the shadowy stones,...

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Kindred (II)
by Michael R. Burch

Rise, pale disastrous moon! 
What is love, but a heightened effect
of time, light and distance? 

Did you burn once, 
before you became
so remote, so detached, 

so coldly, inhumanly lustrous, 
before you...

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No, no, no, no — We will not endure these tortures
Of the ferocious Human beings on us, not any more.
We, Mosquitoes, are the best amongst all creatures
Who remain not idle, accept whatsoever we procure.

The Humans,...

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From the darkness he comes
His skin is darkened and his eyes tinged red
He is feral, a predator
Ageless and powerful
Staring at you in a trance
Vulture-like hunger in his filmy eyes
The thrumming of your blood
Vibrating through his...

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The terror that flee at night
A devil that lurks in the mind
A call to the sales girl
 Destiny wasted
A step in the dark room
Dungeon of setbacks.
.
A dream of a Doctor
Tuned down to a wanderer
Shattered through...

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would you also be able to cry 
arriving where you called home, 
seeing every empty and cold corner 
without even the shadow of the one who left? 
I speak of these colossal absences 
hammering at...

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would you also be able to cry arriving where you called home, seeing every empty and cold corner without even the shadow of the one who left? I speak of these colossal absences that prevail...

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Say, human, 
say that you are at a symphony.
Which, as you know, you enjoy
to the depth of your soul.

And, suddenly, the conductor
raises his baton
And the music STOPS
in a heartbeat, inhumanly fast.

Frozen in a moment

silence heartbreak...

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Water Music 
Dribble dribble…and a bit more, then it 
is morning after a restless night. 
Outside a cold sun and icy wind; leaves,
many big enough to over vital parts,
and have the colour of unhealthy urine,
dance...

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