Long Murmurous Poems

Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...



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No One
by Michael R. Burch

No One hears the bells tonight;
they tell him something isn’t right.
But No One is not one to rush;
he lies in grasses greenly lush
as far away a startled thrush
flees from horned owls...

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Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you...

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I have questions...
questions I seem to have stored in a jar
a collection seen as emptiness from afar
to these arcane corridors of secrets life has assured
My voice may be murmurous at best
lacking the presence of someone...

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The train, halted under the shade of sacred hill
They flowed out, and, wandered here and there 
holding big, small, colorful, old and new packs of belongings 
To, find comfortable chests and knees
some carelessly slept on...

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There she was…
Walking through the corridors and into his room…
Breathtakingly gorgeous like his mother’s garden of roses.
Her scent soothes him during the sad days of winter.
Believe it or not, she has broken his heart many...

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The memory in need
Is the implacable enemy of the creed,
Waits and watches its foe

The all-clawing frenzy on tip-toe;
Quiescent in the instant's repose
The thud of flurried gnawing years evoke.

The poet in his solitary moments, spoke
Those whispered...

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I'm the cosmic queen of the universe

Dazzling all planets with my rays 

I visit any field when I feel its magnetic pain 

I may seem surreal to earthlings 

But I've come to fill your vanquished...

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"Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary
 tries in vain to lock inside every free word.”

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Woke up madd early 
Madd at the world
Got damn Lil birdie 
Herd a sheep acting worried
Corridors never close 
Middle of the night
Lock the door 
Murmurous in dead 
Fashion 
They just acting 
I'm burning blunts 
Like...

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As Samuel saw vaulted Xanadu of Kublai Khan fame
In smoke-filled corridors of sweat-drenched Opium-eaters
Did I spy a vision so surreal as to render all my sentient senses to nought
And to replace them with a miasma...

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Vision

Look into my eyes
To see into my soul
I’ve been called wise, gorgeous and beautiful
To tell the truth is pivotal, 
Wise beyond my years 
Middle name should be mystical
I get lyrical on my keyboard
Pulling words together...

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I seek you in the silence of the night when the moon rises over the sleeping world,
On deserted streets where memories ripple like a delicate mist,
Where every whisper becomes a murmurous carpet of images and...

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In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy,
The corridors are full of whispers calling;
I open a door to a land green and steamy.

It seems a thousand birds are in trees leafy,
Their wild sonorous...

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I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind
and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath.
In long dark corridors where he had sinned
I watched him crawling down an arcane path.

His murmurous mumblings I could not...

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Here they are before me, 
   surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
      Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
   these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
...

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I hear a sound 
Behind me, soft and surreal,
Almost as if it had traveled
To me through the corridors 
Of time.
  
  I turn to look, 
And that's when I see
Gorgeous hazel eyes set...

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In the porch of my house
Is hung a cage, small
In it dwells two inhabitants
Ounces of flesh in feathered coats
Two Finches, a male and a female

The vastness of the sky being denied
Do they live in regret?
Do...

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My nights have lately become sultry
as suffocating heat chases sleep away,

I lay wide awake unloved and sweating
beneath the murmurous ceiling fan
hoping for some refreshing relief.

Each eventide I hear her bittersweet song 
drifting from the verdant...

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Please, Do You Have Double Vision?

My gorgeous body swipes with acceptance my entirety, 
Loves my mind, its monumental triumphs and dark corridors,   
Liaisons with winds which passion causations of complexity, 
Wets my sweated...

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I spoke out

A yearning calls
But, is it of the heart
Could be a yearning of a selfish pride
A secret to gain self-glory
A trek of agony 
To forge through this life

For the glory of self-satisfaction 
Is a...

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I am the moon
I am here I do not swoon
I am at peace
Gravity embraces me, surrounds me
I am full but not always seen
My corridors of truth are hidden
The sun shines on me, but most do...

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Basking in Moonshine, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Claire de lune

(Translation of Paul Verlaine’s  « Claire de lune » by T. Wignesan. Again I try to keep to the original syntactic patterns and visible layout,...

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Oh, it was a beautiful cloudless sunny day,
as I wandered a meadow to make a bouquet;
all about butterflies were dancing a ballet,
and I was dazzled by the song of a blue jay !

To a...

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Silently, my breath aligns chi centers
as I reach a dazzling state of harmony ;
when quiet, murmurous  drift brings  me
to corridors of an unknown  vortex
beyond ceiling of  stars  arcane, where
a ...

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