Long Noone Poems

Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the...

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Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch

Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...

leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are unable to know

that once intrigued us so.

Come then, let us...

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State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W. ...

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 TUAN TATA : Song of Uda - I
by T. Wignesan

(Patrick Noone, a British anthropologist, discovered the Ple-Temiar tribe living isolated in the jungle highlands in the State of Perak on the west coast of...

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I remember the beach sand and swing
when you and mother were still something
I remember the ducks in the lake
you held my hand watching their wake
I remember the sheep dogs when the day was through
and the...

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Rose from the dead , recarninated into what god had planned, i feel like im the walking dead. always cold bury be back in my sand.stresssed out, i wanna break out , lord plese grab...

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Gone Girl.....

That razor blade
Is her paint brush/
That canvas... Is her wrist
Her rush
Of blood/ To her head/
Means/
She's been painting deep into her flesh!.....

Her pain is still aching/
Her hands dripping with blood
She couldnt stop shaking/
That Paint brush...

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I’m in the residential dining hall with my suitemates Lisa and Sunny. We’re talking about sausages.

Why? Because April 30th is ‘National Sausage day.”
Someone mentioned that when I complained about the beyond-meat hot dog atrocities they...

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After the flame had come here for news
When to my duke right seemed time and too place,
In such a way I heard him to diffuse:

“You two who are in the same fire space,
If with you...

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Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest

the following written 
for no particular rhyme nor reason
quite aware the exit (stage door left)
allows, enables, to provide every season
with a bumper crop of dead souls.

many mortals beseechingly 
lift...

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Though out of breath,
she ran through the crowd
Muscles contorting,
showing her determination and strength
"I can't wait to show him off" she thought out a loud
The sisters would be green with envy
I will show them
yes! Gato can...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting

and all I remember
upon awaking

is: to Love sometimes
is...

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a lesson taught to me early in life
we born alone die alone
i guess thats how it goes
i dont know
im just trying to plead my own
case that is
but it get lost in the wind
lost in moment...

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There was a BEAR named CLAIRE. She had two sisters BLAIR, CHER and a brother PIERRE. CLAIRE"S family planned a picnic this year. Mama BEAR had to go to MARKET SQUARE which was very RARE....

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the new renaissance
pushed the envelope too far
actions speak louder than words
under my thumb from your torture
I must confess im obsessed
cant stop thinking about you
for one day

No need for us to buy records or movies
just disgusting
disgusting
couldn't...

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Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace
you climb, skittish kite ...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast solitariness there
so that all that remains is to

fall?

Only...

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sometimes my mind just needs sedation
I turn inward my mind to my meditation
breathe in breath out breathing in and out
my mind swirling constantly about
things all types of things
like the little smiles on my child's face
and...

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As I lay here dying, I see the light at the end of the path, but I don't want,
Don't want to walk towards it.
As I lay here dying, I see my whole life flash into...

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At the age 23 I struggled with my horrible addiction of heroin I had tried to stop but its not easy. Going almost four years being addicted to the devil I had many complications and...

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Depression

The feeling of sorrow coming from within
The feeling of sadness when you know you can't win

The feeling of anger when nothing goes your way
The feeling of loneliness when noone listens to what you have to...

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TIME, after time, as sit here and realize the way i really am inside myself that now i can tell you i can see what God see's in me that no one has ever told...

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Each of us is a special case of music and noise on the ground
So listen, sit down and listen to His rhythmic laughter, scholar.
You are just a hertz of His, a cell, a particle of...

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I was waiting on a modem and had a trusted friend send you the last email. 
All confusion has left me. 
I feel so different, and such sweet serenity, solance at times, and waves of...

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society never seems to wanna understand
i got feelings too just because im a man dont mean nothing
i bleed to damn
babysitter raping me at 7
told my folks got my ass whoop because liars dont make it...

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Forgive my ignorance 
But I will state some facts
I hope you will correct me though
Since we met
We knew little of one another 
I even didn’t think I could win your heart due to my joblessness...

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