Long Lidded Poems

Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...



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No One
by Michael R. Burch

No One hears the bells tonight;
they tell him something isn’t right.
But No One is not one to rush;
he lies in grasses greenly lush
as far away a startled thrush
flees from horned owls...

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It's always Aldi on a Sunday afternoon.  You're always waiting with your shopping bags in hand, slowly trudging along with your walking stick.  It takes you ten minutes to get into the car....

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Goodbye and good riddance 2023

Commencement writing this poem
began December 31st: 2:24 PM
ended December 31st: 03:53 PM.

The best geriatric effort I apply
twittering, ushering, and 
albeit wheezing Auld Lang Syne
crocodile done deed tear 
will yours truly cry
bidding,...

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I wandered through the semi busy streets filled with pedestrians as they hurried out of the rain. I continued on with no destination in mind ,no umbrella to shield myself from the frigid elements. ...

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Sappho Translations XII by Michael R. Burch

In the following short translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used in any...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Since adopting the guise
of Norwegian bachelor farmer,
I may as well fabricate genetic stock
lock, and barrel linkedin to Celtic legend.

Sentimentalism invariably swelled me bosom
regarding how grown former bonny lad,
essentially mutely...

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20FabelSEVEN
Charlexes Fabels
Gardenor
A Mexican sweat is just a teepee with a fire made hotter and a rock placed where 
you can pour the water on the hot rock to make some steam come up and they...

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"Blue Avians and the Poetic State of Mind 

post apocalypse
the mother 
sought the assistance
of Blue Avians.

when it came to 
eggs stolen from a nest
who better than to 
seek the assistance 

of those ancient
wise creatures.
they had...

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I

I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest 
To concrete electrocution. 
I am distilled from Suburbia and...

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Commencement writing this poem
began December 24th: 08:04:03 PM
ended December 24th: 09:23:17 PM.

Soon Auld Lang Syne
sung bidding goodbye
adieu two thousand nineteen
uttered from every gal and guy
transfixing living mortals
with good cheer well nigh,
while awesome pyrotechnics
light up night...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Though semitic thru and thru
yours truly (me) dons guise of being...

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Mortal men immortal grieving, and candles dim
That gave tears rainbow in their light
The heart presses down still overflows the brim
Beyond all sorrow there's only night.
For we conscious live unconscious in our heart
In silk cocoons of...

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The moon looms like a half-lidded eye
Casting silver light on an otherwise dark night
I embrace the kiss of the stars
As my skin gives off an ethereal glow

Into the urban jungle I go
For I am like...

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i know these
sleepless nights 
would be 
easier
if i could only
wrap myself around you. 

if i could burrow 
into that precious cavity
underneath your ribs
that bleeds only for me
i know that my
frenetic mind
could settle,
if only for a...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee 2021 Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this...

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The day was almost over the length of shadows added to the horror the suicided 
failure as eye kicked the step away from the very air eye breathed only to discover 
that the rope that...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent
donned to sail hub berate won big todo
fur those peep pull o' Eire rush deuce cent)

aye pretend,...

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The stilled portrait tells of a past
A past where the painted girl in blue ran wild
Dandelions clutched in her small fists
A penny in a wishing well
Her ear pressed to a conch
Wanting
Hoping
Needing to know you really...

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if we live our lives, by the 4r rule
this world we just might save...and cool

when it has a triangle then put in
the great big yellow...lidded bin

first recycle paper, bottles and the can
a step towards saving...

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outside
inventoried oval-stoned
cathedrals appealing
chiming crimes of passion
woke citronella
fog
hung in cement-hamocked snowdrifts
cloaked slow on slick-stained windowsides
tenement sheets
with the pomegranate notes
of rhythms unrhymed
   while all the uptown laundromarts
rising up
from insomniac-scrambled sidewalks
corked-copper moon tumbling earthward
like a sweet
sweatshredded...

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As rushes meet the newborn sky
and dew damp moments briefly lie
upon a sleeping kingdom drawn
from quiet visions yet unquelled
and shaken dry by breaths of dawn. 

Serenity too quick dispelled
where silence just before had dwelled.
A tightly...

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What sort of creatures ought we to be
not those who choose to live in solitude

but twas the path of my journey long ago
when time and place ruled me unworthy

My hand causing ripples in a flowing...

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He was sun-scorched, flame-torched
stood tall, strong as a brick wall
loose-hipped, well equipped
in for the count, without a doubt
expert tracked, surprise packed
spurs jangled, wild mustang wrangled
I should have, could have
but I was lost, dust-bowl tossed; in...

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An hour past midnight,
She rushed out of the head-storming library,
With a numb body, she drove hard, pretending he no longer mattered.
Still he ignored her, as always.

Till, the silent, deserted road heard a heart-wrenching crash...

He saw,
A...

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