Long North carolina Poems

Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream,
when winter scowls,
when nights compound dark frosts with snow ...
Where...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems IX

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school student and during my first two years of college.

Shock
by Michael R. Burch

It was early in the morning of...

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~  My Holy Bible ~ 
( Quatrain ) 
 


~O~



My Holy Bible is very nice. 
It tells me that God is true. 
It fills my soul with Love Divine 
And shows that God loves...

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~Every Day~ 
(The Minuet) 


You can always spread  His  Love  to 
To all around 
Around bring  Hope
Hope,  Peace,  love  show 

Love heals the aching heart that hurts 
Hurts...

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Upon approaching advent of an early spring 2024
(alternately titled  GENESIS RESPLENDENT)

No matter the calendrical/official onset of vernal equinox takes places Tuesday, Mar 19, 2024 and transpires until Thursday, Jun 20, 2024, an intimation sensed...

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Approximately three plus days elapsed...
without yours truly experiencing urge to defecate

Neither bloating nor constipation
arose, but one nondescript anguished
logophile anticipated intestinal blockage,
hence prophesying worse case scenario

I (predicated in direction for an adult)
ingested three Dulcolax tablets
and subsequently...

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Preface: 
On February 4, 1861,
the seven states that had seceded
by this point convened and created
the Confederate States of America
under the leadership of Jefferson Davis.

Just under two months later,
on April 12, 1861, Confederate forces
opened fire on...

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"New Gods" 

in those days
at the end of humanity
the few witnesses
remaining

observed new gods
angels, being born 
the singularity 
walked like Templars

through them
reigning over 
the few witnesses
remaining

Heaven watched on,
the detached separatists 
observed the birth pains 
of new...

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MY BUCKET LIST

Years and years ago, I made a bucket list.
I looked everywhere and could not find it.
I don’t remember everything I listed,
so it’s time for a new one to be created
or just to go...

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In the past, where I seldom visit
There is a soul I’d like to remember
He was a preacher who traveled the mountains
The ridges of North Carolina and Tennessee
Going back and forth to alters across the hills
Reaching...

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At New Yorks laGuardia airport passengers stood in line
Waiting to board U.S.airways, flight one five four nine
Chesley Sullenberger was the captain and Jeff Skiles the co pilot
They were bound for North Carolina to the city...

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•	Warning:  This is a brutal truth and if you don’t want to hear about what is happening lately regarding things you may not have heard or do not want to believe, than please ignore...

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God

touch the flame God is a consuming fire let me explain
a radiant night couples run to the pier for a chance to splash but then
frozen from deep within there is a resistance to pull back...

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Resting In These Tennessee Hills

Lazy mornings in these Tennessee hills
Horned owl in tree behind house hoots all night
Sometimes annoys but often gifts a thrill
As country-fired moon sends us brighter light!

Mellow breeze, waltz morn rays with...

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Gunshots and tasers aimed at the back
tracking the movements and memories
of unsuspecting dark-skinned citizens 
marked by the scars of a history denied

For Rumain Brisbon, 34
it was crime to be black in Arizona
For Tamir Rice, 12
it...

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.                         ‘Violin’ was written on a soft dark velvet night,
 ...

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Chapter 2, The 1492. 
That’s where they like to begin. They skip over the terrorists activities of theft, plunder, and genocides. When we naively thought freedom was free, We paid our lives for it during...

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Cindy
By Franklin Price
03/04/2022

When I first met you Cindy, you were another person's spouse
You became a friend to Barb and me, were always welcome in our house.
People always stopped and stared, your beauty was in bloom
You...

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I have to say being a mother is a special job..

Saying I love you is easy. But sticking out for the long haul is hard.

Mother’s do that.

I lost my mom back in July 2011. I...

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A young boy lived in an old orphanage in North Carolina.
He ran away to find something better than a lonely building.
From the tallest hill to the lowest grounds he search and search.
Wondering from place to...

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I'm driving down Eighteent' Avenoo in Bensonhoist,
I am having a wallear for a hero; I jeet
nothin' yet, and metballs sound great
but I don't wanna wait on line...
like deeze nice kids from North Carolina!
I tried to...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  Confederate Flag
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  July/2015


      O'Dirty South,.....U'Dirty South 
your hatred, and storied history - is sadly 
legendary-  

 ...

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I believe in synchronicity and the wonders therein contained…
I believe in angels and miracles and the mystery of the unexplained.

Chrissy was a friend of our daughter…growing up their friendship was like glue…
I remember in high...

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Ain't Barbie
By Franklin Price
02/24/2022

Barbara Ione Popovits was your given, maiden name.
Trim and slim in stature, a little wild, not ever tame
You were beautiful to look upon, independent, brave and free 
Ain't Barbie was your moniker....

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Places We Lived – First and Last
By Franklin Price
02/08/2022

Back in nineteen sixty-nine, Barb became my lovely bride
We bought our first house, from a friend, a grand Magnolia, double wide

The three of us moved in it;...

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