Long Lull Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems VI



An Illusion
by Michael R. Burch

The sky was as hushed as the breath of a bee
and the world was bathed in shades of palest gold
when I awoke.

She came to me with the sound...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems V - Ber Horvitz, Yitzkhak Viner, Franta Bass

Der Himmel
"The Heavens"
by Ber Horvitz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

These skies
are leaden, heavy, gray...
I long for a pair
of deep blue eyes....

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Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed 
   the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) 
and a bridge too far on north-west passage.
   From out of the Valley of Mizpah 
to...

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In the dark of night a wind took hold,
With powers charged to shake the sky,
By moody swings of gods up high,
Their breath alone enraged and bold.

In the dark of night history spoke,
Of a world alive...

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Prizes for Ultimate Sacrifices


    prizes for the abstemious  for abstinence  chastity ?
                 the countless...

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Modus Operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths

They are all around us, seeking to destroy us,
if not to kill us, to maim us, for life
physically, mentally, emotionally
morally, financially.

They are the psychopaths and sociopaths!

Now psychopaths are rare indeed,...

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The remnants of August 2024 Hurricane Debbie

Like a humane huntress, she
(the anthropomorphized storm)
brought a spate of cool Autumn like
temperatures and gentle soothing rain
here within my neck of the woods
for the last couple of days.

No matter...

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Merrily Merrily cold January 2018
Damian wakes up late Saturday morning 
There was hardly a warning and 
She danced her way over to Damian's 
Bed. Hey lover, how's life?" 10 am.
He pulled her onto his lap,...

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There was a twenty minute lull
Before the paramedics arrived to
Remove Greatgrand Dad's 
corpse. When the paramedics 
Arrived they examed Greatgrand 
And confirmed the family's dread.
 Damian and CJ accompanied 
The body to the Hospital. While
Julius...

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They say the one you think of last before sleep,
Is the one you care for the most— the one you wish to hold, admire, love…

The two of us…beings of bravery,
Had labored all the night, 
In...

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{"I wish somebody, some entity would’ve told me, even warned me with the intuitiveness that lies within the motherly instincts, the nature of humanity without malevolent reluctance. 
That lying in the darkness for whom which...

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©  Artimus The Poet  Susan Manley 11/11/20.24  All Rights Protected

[Verse]
I log in every day to get my fix (my man!)
Your voice in my mind, the perfect elixir (Yep)
You’re encoded into my dreams,...

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In New Haven, Lisa misses the sad, dark, city aesthetics of her hometown. Its crime podcast vibe, actinic crime-lighting and sirens in the distance, that lull her to sleep like lullabies. She has a disturbingly...

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Behold! 

A gaping black-
Curtains of a heaven, drawn
Set adrift
Across the wilt of the zodiac! 

An’ so, she emerged

An’ madness dreamt into reality 
A bow, to tether-
Then glide down humanity
Every heart string, to vibrate an’ tear-
Tooth...

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One more time, I must reiterate one more time
that I'm not complaining
I'm for once trying to find the bright side 
of this inflatable balloon called life
with a glass half full point of view 
but my...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem: A Raven's Curse 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  February/2015


        On a late January, (winters night),  when once wake eyes now sleeping,  dogs now howling, and cats now screaming -

       ...

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Follow me, Translation of Piere Emmanuel’s Suis-moi by T. Wignesan

Everything begins on a morning like just another but 
        which becomes its own following day.
The next day of...

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The tender ceremony with full honors welcoming baby light faeries was tastefully
And artistically played out on midsummers eve, an ethereal night, it would seem.
Her parents, and grands were dressed in full colonial faerie attire. They...

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Typically,  a pantoum is made up of two rhyming couplets, however, Western writers altered and adapted the form, the importance of rhyming and brevity diminished. So, pantoums do not need to rhyme.

https://www.poetrysoup.com/dictionary/pantoum


I started off...

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In my dream, appears a mysterious land from far away...                       
of the vermilion sky at mesmerizing  dawn, 
Prayers arising from boats on holy river,...

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Just as well I was driving at a moderate speed.
Having resumed control I spied Lelia sticking her tongue out at those reckless varmints.
She stopped the minute I noticed.
Odd.
“Children …….sometimes you have to act like a...

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the hot scented currents flow,
  from East Dry River to Nariva 
samaan and silk cotton tree grow.
  Where whisperin’ palms reach
across island reef and coconut lagoon,
...

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When the enchanted 
jailors of life, 
siezed my soul 
and those
sepals unfurling
manipulative
manuscripts 
ceased to 
script a twinkle 
above screams, 
I became a 
slave to my 
own silence, 
chained by 
granite wings of 
masked butterflies, 
who...

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The late night storm rushed into the valley,
Pouring down, 
Creating the sleepy ambiance only a mountains lull can provide.  
The crisp damp air crackles to life at lights first caste over the mountain,
into the...

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Jessamyn's Song (circa age 14-16)
by Michael R. Burch

16
There are meadows heathered with thoughts of you,
where the honeysuckle winds
in fragrant, tangled vines
down to the water's edge.

Through the wind-bent grass
I watch time pass
slow with the dying day
on...

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