Long Masque Poems

See
by Michael R. Burch

See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are...

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Nucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch

“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.

“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a disaster,”
cried glib Punjab.

“After Y2k,
time will spin out of control anyway,”
flamed...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater	University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement	Romanticism
Spouse	Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811;...

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At the end of summer as the days light grows shorter,
I’ll pack up the last pains of trouble, and live every tranquil
Moment of splendors warmth that I can!
In the burnet rays of sunshine, I’ll walk...

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Privilege
by Michael R. Burch

This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who has written eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in "Lessons for a Barren Population."

No, I will never know
what you saw...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 2 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  4 (of) 4 ) 



Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily
Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of...

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‘ Legendary … ' ( Part  2 (of) 4 ) 


And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …

… of Starry Skies,...

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 Come To Me


 Come to me, he said again,
to my dismay and tired chagrin,
I fought to tarry a while longer...
As I grew weak, he grew much stronger—
  “...Come to me.” 


†
~*~



'Tis just a...

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In these a-dying days,
people are given mo’ grief news
Hope cost less than
a jug bottle of dirt cheap booze

While the crying game
is being played
over and over,  time again hence

Death has a new name:
Covid-19
is the ICU...

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*Image of Park Colorful Flower Beds by Pixabay.
A Garden Choice Review

Dawn chanced a lifetime free trial,
aged step heed, reflect takes a smile,
advent ease midst obliged swart rise,
upraised eyelids, greet resumed ties.

Askew motif skirts gracious sky,
root...

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In the court of the Queen,
With her eyes to the ground,
Who is shrouded in darkness
And silence profound

With her skeletal hands,
Wrapped in gossamer skin,
Rest on smoothed out mahogany, 
And gleam through the dim.

There is nothing to...

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The last strains of decrescendo were still in my ears
Dancing at the masque party time flew leisurely on downy feathers
The night was still youthful, the breath enjoying every fragrant inhale
The last strains of the decrescendo...

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The lean old men in my vicinity
wake to find themselves a day older
then turn away from the mirror to reflect
on their miserable circumstance.
Then they masque their decay with cologne,
snap on their one-piece spandex sportswear
and wheel...

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'Tis be the night like any, except, 
this year, the eve will fall on a Sunday. 
'Twill be easier for the foxes to 
appear from their denizens.

There'll be time enough for them to
put away their...

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3 Rhymed By 3 Unrhymed

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          unearth rough pages                  ...

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A dozen different faces and more appearing out of nowhere
These past few months as somewhat intriguing, their possibilities ?
I myself stumbling through another fall yet always the same season it seems
Brushed the canvas blue in...

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A disguised figure approaches
The masquerade of laughter and relief
Invisible he might be at the beginning 
But deathly and haunting is his journey's end

A stiff and cold breeze is felt
As it passes by the people
But ignorance...

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a well crafted necklace
surrounds your neck

	(long 
                      smooth 
     ...

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*Image of Hourglass by Pixabay.
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Flipped Hourglass

Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tempestuous pilgrimage outstretched phase,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a...

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The piano screams my name
No body knows my pain
Out on a stormy day
What else does your story say

As we exist 
through a code of known morals
Who can strip 
the back of a snake corralled
Pleasantly awaken...

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The Bones, they met me at the door,
All graciousness in Masque.
The Dust, it offered me a sip,
From its hip button flask.
 
The Bones, they shewed me handsomely,
Around the ball so bright;
All phantom-wise the couples were,
Who...

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I write of a man named Edgar Allan Poe,
Whose dark, tortured soul could not rest,
His work is something every poet should know,
These stories are among some of the best.

"The Raven" was never more ghastly and...

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Costuming Halloween

Masque my visage fast!
…So my eyes bulge out, drunken red, and give me
    purpled, hairy lips and cheeks to complete 
My bloodcurdling look — Yikes!
So scary…Not sweet!
So chilling that Halloween’s 
Gross...

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She follows a dream that smiles at her
With movie star teeth;
The faint scent of Aliage
And lilac traces of lavender cologne
Dance across her memories
On toe slippers..

And the black silk gown she wished for
All her life
Never graced...

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