Long Noncommittal Poems

The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence to revolve around,
found wanting direction or course,
cursed with the thought...

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Came, Sprawled couch,
 
His voice getting softer and softer
 
Slim
   Prayer,
Cheap sloping gimmick of N|Nature,
Madly 
Reaching
   Grabbing last splash
         of
Downed B|Banjo Bourbon… 
...

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Came, Sprawled couch,
 
His voice getting softer and softer
 
Slim
   Prayer,
Cheap sloping gimmick of N|Nature,
Madly 
Reaching
   Grabbing last splash
         of
Downed B|Banjo Bourbon… 
...

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"Iffin I woulda, iffin ONLY I coulda, WELL
some think I shoulda, that I misunderstooda
cause my brains made of wooda!" said Pinocchio.
"A toy's life's sublime without thought of  rhyme 
we dances ta  chimes ,...

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The world keeps spinning on,
but I wish it could go backward instead.
Who have I become, where have I gone?
I don't even know what goes on inside my own head.
I am not this person I have...

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Rather than the light of the day
why does the owl soar in the darkened night sky?

Does the owl soar in the darkened night sky 
avoiding dazzling daylight because it’s painful 
to watch the terribly misshapen...

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I haven't got what it takes to quit
'just play my hand n' get on with it
some might pray or say it's written in the stars
Holding up answers with exclamation marks
     ...

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A goddess of sagacious ways in tenderness of spontaneous amore,
Hauntingly beautiful is her form as you see her, such allure.
Her colorful tattoo, which adorns her face, delivers her peaceful demure,
Ambiguous to another female, she engages...

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DARKNESS GROWS IN THE GARDEN OF PLEASANTRIES 

Meandering through the garden of pleasantries,
did you sense, the breathless pant of trees,
or hear, the violin seduction, of Cupid’s sentries,
or pierce the eyes, the blossom spread of luxuries?

Do...

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'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu
air quotations or a hallucination,
naught tangible to the naked eye
but an echoing of whirlwinds,
mere beginning of an expansion
tucked aside noncommittal whispers
reverberating discorporate shadows
on dividers of processing graphics,
rough drafts' emphatic intimation
of...

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I was always an odd curious little girl,
      and not far away was a haunted house;
unruly boys came often with big rocks to hurl,
      ...

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The Dream Repeats


Since I was a small child, the dream repeats,
Working, running, always trying to get
somewhere, do something, see someone.
The situation always different and yet
the theme always the same..FRUSTRATION!
And why, I asked my friendly therapist,
Am...

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Breath

I breath deeply and hold,
this isn’t so hard, 
it’s relative ease making me bold.

Slightly harder now,
 pulse pounding in my head,
sweat rolling down my brow.

I could really use some air,
 this isn’t a good idea,
I...

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All in lies
and to hope betrayed
this human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart

All divest by such noncommittal love
all broken by the dreamings of
but to its feet lays petition
for the signatures of psychopaths

All...

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Over time my heart has become brittle
verge of breaking, feelings immutable,
once loving now your cold noncommittal 
knowing my actions were unsuitable,

your absence has left my whole world bereft 
in my life no one more formidable,
stealing...

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