Long Irises Poems

I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of flakes.

the snow queen
before her relentless
reign, a pretty thing.

her smile warms
the...

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LOVE POEMS II

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the...

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They had kept me imprisoned there for three full days,
In that sparse, solitary room, of scarce sunshine rays.

Having good food to eat, had never been a problem; 
They brought hot meals, but the problem was...

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The large, bright Winter moon shone it's heavenly light over and out amongst the snow-covered city. The city was large, the city was noisy. It was midnight and the bustling still urged on. People ached...

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"Artificial Iris"


Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere;
the dream was eerily familiar, 
the words and their meanings, read in Syntax,
once read between pages of hardcopy in school 
were aptly ignored - 

however, 
our Overlords were...

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For the past thirty seven years, living for me was knowing that I do not know
I have been yearning for what I do not have a name for
The knowledge of the presence of this nameless,...

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A MINISTER RETIRES :  
SOLILOQUY 

I arise as infant Phoenix 
from Akasha ashes 
counterparts frozen 
with foibles intact
a still Arctic of death
sheath for recalibration 

Source Light breathes into 
fontanelle slowly sleepily  
Sekmet my...

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INSPIRED BY CHARACTER OF CLARISSA DALLAOWAY IN VIRGINIA WOOLFE'S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS NOVEL "MRS. DALLAOWAY"



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Endless sunflower field 
Rhythmically swaying in the wind
Like lazy ocean wave stretches 
To the distant line of horizon
Touching the edge of the sky
Melting into hot noon brilliance
Boiling all shades of yellow into
One burning brightness of...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf thunder,
What happened  to your breath baby brother,
what happened in...

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You can’t expect miracles in the eyes of men 
We must wait patiently with heartfelt acceptance
You will not look back & slip into your comfort zone again
We MUST gain eternal freedom & experience 
The attitude...

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with a cat lying on my lap
a sough whispers in the trees 
as a summer day begins fading
the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting
a musical for ears yet to come into existence
evaporating the din...

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POETRY'S LETTER OF DREAMS

I write to you before any sun protrudes from nights velvet shroud, as I look a little closer, just to be sure, I move across your thoughts, unknown to you, yet familiar.

Unrevealed,...

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“Some Other Poet, White Iris”

When I look in the mirror what do I see?
I question existential questions and fiction, 
my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me,
perceived through the glassy tear film...

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Written by: David William Breidenthal and Jake Ponce 

D: Blessed breeze sweeps over us 
J: Whenever I leave the door ajar at night, 
J: I felt myself grow pale from the humid howls 
D: Gravity...

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“blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation” - Unseeking Seeker   

When rays of saffron atonement  
streak through the indigo skies,  
a glitter of dawn begins  
to break over...

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The rainbow has 7 colors set in an order.
From the very top to the bottom of the arc;
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.
Such are the colors we see in every rainbow.*

When our skin is...

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All signs of spring have arrived among the fields of yellow daisies and tall grass
Basking in glory the wading birds with its white silken body and long legs
Cattails burst tall with delight from the pond
Dragonflies...

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A mirror never reveals  
fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins;  
time unmutes raven melodies within,  
tawny tunes of truth~
   I once spoke in colorful dialects.  
Now, I trust just...

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Written: May 09, 2024

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I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk with the spirits, and also relate what they were saying,
To...

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Arthur Nelson was a curious, studious fellow, like pearly moon glowing,
Ten years old and spectacled, for all is adventure, when you're growing.

Arthur lived in a one story home, with his brothers and their parents;
And also...

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MY LIFE JOURNEY

Let me tell you a story ……

I could have not imagined that my life journey
would take me to see, wander around and
enjoy few of the world’s famous gardens.
Yes, in Europe, Canada and Western...

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Le Balcon (The Balcony)
Charles Baudelaire
trans. Michael R. Burch

Paramour of memory, ultimate mistress,
source of all pleasure, my only desire;
how can I forget your ecstatic caresses,
the warmth of your breasts by the roaring fire,
paramour of memory, ultimate...

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