Long Light within Poems

Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX

Day, and Night
by Michael R. Burch

The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters;
her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms.
And we who rise each day to grind a living,
dream each scented night of such perfumes
as drew...

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The King of the Castle 



Said I’m but a child
Afraid of the world outside 
Afraid to run wild and to  be proud
Of the freedom it provides
Afraid of love 
Afraid of the dark 

Said you...

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On a magnificent morning, in the fragrant month of July,
I was heading to a new job, amidst the golden butterflies.

For I had been hired by Nasa's, Langley Research Center,
To work on new projects, and to...

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They say society's heart
is changed by story
and not by theory.

But what is history
if not also a theory about evidence
for healthy and pathological stories?
Experiences,
narratives,
parables,
analogies,
ecologies,
theologies
with active Yang EgoSubjects
and yin Eco Understories
favoring healthy WinWin ego/ecological theory

Entering the last...

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Glory unto His written word
That brings forth light 
To shine on darkness
And create light within 
that was in darkness 




They will be exposed to the sun and the moon and all the That was the...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XIII

Davenport Tomorrow
by Michael R. Burch

Davenport tomorrow ...
all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun.

Now it is always summer
and the bees buzz in cesspools,
adapted to a new life.

There are no flowers,
but the weeds,...

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Is not God a concept, till we see Him?
How will memorising scriptures assist?
Conditioned beliefs make our soul’s light dim.
Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist.
A Hindu believes God takes many forms,
whilst for a Christian,...

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She sits upon an old, rotted out log contemplating her strife, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the blooming of new life
And there she ponders why she has been chosen to act out this...

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It happened many years ago
In the heart of the Carolina mountains
There lived a boy whom she adored
He was kind and clever and gentle
She couldn’t ever imagine a beloved
More wonderful or pleasant

He gave her heart a...

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The demon I had healed was watching me all night,
Silently crawling amongst the others,
Closer though, his strange arms stretched toward me,
And I was awakened, just before the crack of dawn
Cushioned in warmth, peculiar to the...

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Writing joy, over the skies
in gentle glitter, starry stories
erasing the darkness, clearing the way
for the music of serenity, 
the blessings of His grace,
the secrets of an intimacy…
with the One who writes the poetry
beneath the autumn’s...

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Searching outside of myself
Far and wide
Looking into the eyes and souls of others
Seeking answers 
Looking for my missing part
Always sensing an absence

Awakening one day with tears in my eyes
A complete realization
I had found my missing...

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POEMS ABOUT SHAKESPEARE by Michael R. Burch

Fleet Tweet: Apologies to Shakespeare
by Michael R. Burch

a tweet
by any other name
would be as fleet!



Fleet Tweet II: Further Apologies to Shakespeare
by Michael R. Burch

Remember, doggonit,
heroic verse crowns the Shakespearean...

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POEMS ABOUT POETS IX

Fleet Tweet: Apologies to Shakespeare
by Michael R. Burch

a tweet
by any other name
would be as fleet!
@mikerburch



Fleet Tweet II: Further Apologies to Shakespeare
by Michael R. Burch

Remember, doggonit,
heroic verse crowns the Shakespearean sonnet!
So if you...

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Listen to the shifting winds 
carrying musical meteors,
there soars floating
letters between 
lyrical lines,
emanating runes
that reflect 
revolving rhymes
of faith within
and beyond.
For we are more than
just spectators or actors, 
in this theatrical life,
we are the assigned 
maestros...

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“Where does Love live
It lives in The Light within
where time never ends it just begins”. 
Lady Labyrinth


"50 Words for Poe: The Lacrimosa"

Room 9 was haunted
this much was known 
with great fear and trepidation
all patients avoided...

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In the deepest corners of my soul, where shadows whisper secrets to the light of existence,
A mystical and magical poem is woven, a tapestry of thoughts and emotions,
Born from the innocent spontaneity of youth and...

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One night an Angel entered a young man's home

To show this grief stricken soul he is not alone

Angel: "What ails you my son, why do you weep?"

Man: "I have gone as far as I can...

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Deeper and deeper, shadows begin to dance against the wall
Darkness rejoicing were somehow of life to begin afterall
And as always, the door to her rest has only to come to light
To open her door, even...

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In the deepest chasms of my soul, where shadows whisper secrets to the light,
A magical and melancholic poem unfolds, with equal verses, tightly woven.
Inspired by the nature of the poet, that solitary soul who perceives...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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Standard of life still same 
Only people who have change 
A changed time, a society broken 
Even to themselves a denied truth 
A world of mortalities do they exist
A time forgotten like an ancient world...

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What do we have but change?
I only shine when I feel it's all coming to an end.
And then it ends.
You left me.
Or did I leave you?
I learned that I was born at a higher vibration.
I...

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In remembrance of a time
Myself, unknowingly was formless and empty
Darkness blocking out the light
Consumed of worldly chaos.
Then one day the light was revealed
Now being  able to look back in my life seeing God 
Was...

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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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