Long Lazed Poems

R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at last
before His throne my past
is put to test
and the demons...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems V

Poetry
by Michael R. Burch

Poetry, I found you
where at last they chained and bound you;
with devices all around you
to torture and confound you,
I found you—shivering, bare.

They had shorn your raven hair
and taken both...

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The Lonely Lark

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 2


The heaving swell and the waves from hell
Soon swamped our valiant vessel,
With the holds in flood: tattered sails above,
We were in the direst of peril.

In a meet...

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My mind wanders to the stillness of a field
 where wild asters used to stud the grass with blue
 I seem to hear the echo of a voice
 Lamenting over the vast stretches where my...

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“Gotta’ ‘git’ ‘im!” Followed the howl of death.
His cigarette burnt brighter, when he sucked another breath.
“Will I get the gun and spotlight?” I asked rising from my chair.
“Nar’, no sense!” the ‘old man’ said. “He...

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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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Circling above on a sun shiny day
The raven twirls within his dreams
Of horrors soon to be inflicted
Soaring in the skies

The Preacher reads from the holy book
Collections duly collected on chanted psalms
The raven above with a...

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Waterfalls here and there sprout (A)
From the bottom of the mountain (B)
Monkeys and apes are gamboling (C)
Comfortably, somewhere on the leafy soil (D)
On trees top, snacking from the wild fruit (A)
Gathered, seemed as they had...

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***At the bequest of a friend 
or two this poem is a 
continuation of Tennyson''s
 'Ulysses'; though I don't
expect much glory for this
write, it was one of my
finer poetic attempts; 
especially Tennyson who
I think was...

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Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags
Ambition injustice and itching their backs,
Cunning those faces in front of the gate
Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late.  
A fistful primary breeziness
Shared with smiles, tears and silliness,
Together they brawled, together...

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Stones I Have Known

I know that stone - scoured smooth beneath the tread
Of workers' feet too early out of bed.
It sparkled finely to my childish sight,
A treasure rare, lit up by morning light. 
Its drooping...

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An angel, he appeared one afternoon -
amazing, amorous, and alluring.
Beguiling her with beautiful ballads,
how splendidly he bewitched her!

Long languorous summer days they lazed 
in a field of daffodils 
as she lay blissfully in his brawny...

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IMAGINE THIS
When I was young,in summer sun
the excitement of life,just begun,
hours seemed like days, and days
by brooklets,still,we lazed;
When I was young,in poverty
simple pleasures were had ,for free
improvisation was our key,
for sport,fishing or climbing tree;
books and...

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Massive heads dipping low to the ground,
teeth cropping every last blade of grass,
shaggy beasts that don’t hurry for anything,
the giants have no need to move fast.

I perched myself against the corral fence,
holding my four-year-old son...

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Lacovia road
Here once the bambo trees
Dance like native girls
In native half-nakednesss
And farmers trudge a way
Not so long nor forbidding now
Along the banks where lizards lazed
A scampering of children
And trees are with sturdier concrete replaced.
The slant...

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The scent of beer and wasted tobacco burned in my nose
Perfumes swirled about, but nothing caught my strict attention
The smell of Beauty was not in the air, because Beauty was not there

My eyes lazed about...

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Your love ,beauty of a sparkling stream
that flows down south, we first met
Where we sat holding our hands 
While watched the ants in procession
And you asked me that silly question.....
how they know their mate when...

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Our wishes tattooed on my membrane mind,
Silver nitrate of love with womankind,
While we lazed in the lap of a springtime dream,
Of our futures baptised in a sunlit stream.

The mill wheel turned the canvas sail
 ...

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In the dying throes of Autumn's fading sun, 
When the cold of day invades old tempered blood,
And the chatter of familiar sounds is long since gone,
And with it lost, the sweet buds of May I...

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Plank & axle
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Two lad's halted child
And mature men bolted out
One chose the plank
The other the axle
And laboured hard
The slog they had to do
For a commission
They sweated all the year's
And ripened old.
They fathered two a...

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Ataraxis

Of that, that lazed in the league composed,
faraway sights gifted reserve from activewear a euphuistic fence,
the settling dust of undisturbed light flickers an arrival.

Yon an ornate circular gate is a varied stone patterned garden,
and a...

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Leopold was the most comfortable tom cat in the world of soul,
So relaxed, that others often begged him to know,
What can we do to be as cool and awesome as you?
They came to watch him...

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With grace he jumps upon my lap,
deep humming in his throat.
He licks his soft, white mitten'd foot 
and grooms his midnight coat.

Then settles down and settles in, 
like many times before:
in all those springs and...

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Spray fertile soil with citrus sun.                      
Pick Oleander in spring rain. 
Relive the April...

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