Long Mildest Poems

Poems about Mothers


Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more...

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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.

This poem has also been titled "Epitaph for a Child of...

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First they came for the Muslims

after Martin Niemoller

First they came for the Muslims
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Muslim.

Then they came for the homosexuals
and I did not speak out
because I was...

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Sonnets XLII-LI

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

Moonbeams on water?
the reflected light
of a halcyon star
now drowning in night...
So your memories are.

Footprints on beaches
now flooding with water;
the small, broken ribcage
of some primitive slaughter...
So near, yet so far.



A Surfeit of...

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Cleansings
by Michael R. Burch

Walk here among the walking specters. Learn
inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave
to bone this tightly if their hearts believe
that God is good, and never mind the Urn.

A lentil and a bean might...

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Such Tenderness
by Michael R. Burch

for the mothers of Gaza

There was, in your touch, such tenderness—as
only the dove on her mildest day has,
when she shelters downed fledglings beneath a warm wing
and coos to them softly, unable...

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I was in a love affair with art, which had lasted for most of my life,
As beauty graces bush tree and field, whenever hued blossoms are rife.

I started painting at a young age, and had...

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(1.)
From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose

When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills early rush
Into man's world shines, another bright day.

With red rose...

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There was a time when I would dream
In nights with peace, and starry gleam 
I’d close my weary eyes and gently drift away
into a sweet and heavenly scene, I lay
I’d  say a silent prayer...

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Lost in the world ,
where i used to live,
standing near the sea,
on the cliff.
The heavy tides ,
slapping hard on rocks,
as if trying to make them stop,
make them stop from dying,
like they did,
stop them to fall...

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It was back in '89 when I worked the Rockin' B,
That they hired a large cowpuncher that we called Big Smalley.
I reckon that ol' cowboy musta went 'bout six foot nine--
And to our suprise was...

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before i cry 
before i die 
before i fry
back to heaven 
why don't my profile awakens
in the mildest of your medulla oblangata
why cant i be disseminated in your hat

i bet i played well
even though i...

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A special sunlight, ruling 
over my alluring afternoon,
the blooming bliss at night, 
my mildest moon,
the only light that stirs my 
soul, my sparkling star,
my soul soars to the skies 
just to be where you are,

the...

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PLAGIARISTS     BEWARE


My(1) dog(2) went(3) out(4) again(5) today(6) 
And(7) watched(8) some(9) children(10) in(11) the(12) hay(13)




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Oh how this bodice is dressed in taffeta,
Lined with hundreds of lavender pleats
Spiraling, drooping, whirling
All over my voluptuous contour …
Bare these limbs grinding on soft moss
To tap among rustled displays
From many a lovers’ heat to...

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hello dear doctors
i am here to say i'm sorry
i am an idiot
i admit it
i feel better than i have felt in, well, LIFE

i fell one day and hit my head hard on the original hardwoods
my...

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I  wounded every bit of me to make my final climb
Ignoring the horrendous war between the Nature and Life
I had a few hours left round my clock 
To herald my last piece of offer...

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1	To hate means not to understand.
For fight one side needs to be blind.
The rightful judge cannot withstand,
To be by mildest hate defined.
5	And can you act if you can't see?
A blind policeman on the road.
So to...

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Life’s road is never straight,
instead the directions senseless;
a twisting, turning labyrinth 
of adventures and challenges.
It wears down the spirit, 
more than the shoes.

Dangers faced with support 
can breed courage.
The road walked alone, 
can harden the...

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Life’s road is never straight;
instead the directions senseless;
a twisting, turning labyrinth 
of adventures and challenges.
It wears down the spirit, 
more than the shoes.

Dangers faced with support, 
can breed courage.
The road walked alone, 
can harden the...

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"When it's impossible to know who to trust it can be better to withdraw and fade. Popularity is over-rated as is winning... the list of things that are over-rated is currently pretty long. Not a...

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Mother perceived my tender years
Could not abide life's harsh facts.
She hid them from my eyes, ears
With lies woven of loving acts.

When our elderly neighbor died
I happened on a hearse at his home.
She said it would...

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I'm afraid to comment on our extra warm winter
Afraid I might break the spell
This here's only between me and youse guys
From the roof tops I wanna yell

Hallelujah, gadzooks, feels like the tropics
Went out without a...

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From the bosom of a tyrant
Comes the gentlest of newborn babes;
After the cruelest of winter storms
Comes the mildest of spring days.

And so it goes
And so you are
A seed of unknown origin –
Son, you must have...

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While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.

Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the...

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