Long Moreso Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems XI

Myth
by Michael R. Burch

after the sprung rhythm of Dylan Thomas

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.

And she is the myth of the scythed wheat
hewn and...

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Radiance
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil—
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea but feels its meaning—
the...

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These are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my early teens and has remained so over the years. I...

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Myth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.

And she is the myth of the scythed wheat
hewn and sighing, complete,
waiting, lain in a low...

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This Time Last Month

A customer
Opens door
Bell lets out two rings
That smell of books
Telescopes
Globes and other things.

Travel guides
Atlases
Maps strewn everywhere
Customer
Breaks fourth wall
Speaks as if you're there:


"I got upset when I first heard 
this shop was closing...

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I have a destiny,
That most of you look down on,
As being poor and backward.
That many desire to change and have me assimilated,
But I'm surely destined to be African.

When you meet me, I've got more melanin,
And...

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Collisions between yours truly and the missus

Space at a premium
in our apartment
lettered and numbered b44
at Highland Manor,
cuz the spouse
heavily trends toward disorderliness.

She readily admits her predilection
to disavow being a neatnik,
yet owns the capacity
getting down to...

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Many say that everyone gives up on them. The sad reality, is that all to often, this is painfully true.
But then, you find someone. Someone different. Someone who has endured more for you than anyone...

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You know Mr. & Mrs. reader of ethical and non-essential concerns of dismay. Sometimes
along life's journey, there's a crossroad we all will face. "A crossraad along the way", whether
you choose the wrong way or the...

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The element of water is much needed to survive, 
that's 2 parts hydric oxygen for breathing deep inside,

all scents of Mother Nature dwelling in between your 
thighs, with you I'm Maya Angelou, a touch and...

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The element of water is much needed to survive, 
that's 2 parts hydro oxygen for breathing deep inside, 
all scents of Mother Nature dwelling in between your thighs, 
with you I'm Maya Angelou, a touch...

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Today is Wednesday,the very second one of the year,
It is a sunny afternoon, though very busy.
We can tell time in whichever dimension,
From whatever place we may be hiding,
For it is one precious gift we all...

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(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction...

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amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough
frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo
hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row

biological status quo
kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro
naturally physically rumbling, 
   heard all the way in Oslo

   supposedly twerking,...

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Prologued:  Before granny left....she used to sing to me a song..{that I'll} "that I will
never forget."  'Son...I'll be going on Home....soon', "but there will be someone who will
take care of.......You.."  {I say}..."But...

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(this pastiche pertaining to maya own inc ore pore rated poetic patois promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this...

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I often ponder as I lay awake and let my mind wonder, what beauty realy is.
If it is truly only in the eye of the beholder? am I then blind when I hold her? 
Embrace...

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Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)

Robert Oppenheimer manned 
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename 

for a uranium gun-type atomic 
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres...

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One morning long-ago, he calls together his executive board meeting, even those 
in attentance were amazed of his greeting's. O'Abraham was there as were Elijah and
Moses too. Also I'm comprehended to believe on this secred...

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True woman,
With a loving heart,
With caring hands.
You that watched while I slept,
Sing to me again,the lullaby.

True woman,
Echo that melody of how the angels,
Beautifully sang,as they welcomed His birth -
And I'll join to sing along,
For this...

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Neither fame, nor fortune sought,
sans this anonymous wordsmith,
whose quirky pastiche (no matter
evokes collywobbles, when risky
business undertaken to spill forth
most confidential personal woes),

broadcasting a heart of darkness,
Joseph Conrad might find quaint-
lee amusing, & considerably less
far reaching...

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for a while now, i have been kissing the yuletide vibration of your memory
i have been placing a wreath on the diamond door hook of your symbolism 
i have been putting up Christmas lights as...

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quality time with her in the ocean breeze of life
what do i mean
coming home from work one day late
i see her at the table still in her work clothes
she is not happy
she tells me she...

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How can a house be cold in summer's love
Yet gardens grow and puddles disappear
Inside the walls of frost which I speak of
I live unconscious of the month and year

As nature speaks in tongues unclear to...

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Breathing in God’s word;
filling my lungs with his grace.
     I let fly out of sight
the things keeping me up
     at night.

I harness my husband’s hand -
it is...

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