Long Nuzzle Poems

R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at last
before His throne my past
is put to test
and the demons...

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MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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Sonnets XXV-XXXII

Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a...

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("The Visit", Part II)

How can she not know I'm standing so near?
Perhaps, she's expecting the same to reappear
Like before after her being to me kind and sweet,
Because of fear, I made a quick and hasty...

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Kit

Before I opened the carton,
   I’d chose the name Kit,
      Thinking of strong Wild West women.

Our little girl, Gigi, ran to my bedside, barking
   Excitedly, “A...

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{"I anguish myself with the presence of a loved one to keep me alive inside of my head. 
Call me crazy, insane, a moron in all depths of despair, but my reluctance for somebody to...

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Devotion Poem, Like Snow Leopards

(Written for Jim Eslinger)

Out on one of the Great Plains of Yahweh, It seems
You may have gone on a hunt, or a long searching.
But no matter the reason, in the time...

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On a cold, cold night with a touch of snow, a cat wished quietly and sadly for a home.
For a year he’d found nowhere with love to call home. Yes, he’d been, so very, very...

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I had not long lost Shona (German Shepherd) and was not sure because of my age and disabilities  if I should get another when my daughter spotted an advert .
I thought long and hard...

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The worst of the bright-cracks have passed.
The tumultiest of the bucketiest of the rains have proved not to last.
The cat has chirp-purred his way into a damp-fur snuggle.
    It’s Price is Right...

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For a while	
        Doors close
	There is no world outside
L 	Lips touch
O	Only us
V	Venture where we’ve never been before
E	Enamoured with your presence
R	Rebirth of our sexuality
	Our tongues entwined
	For a while I’m...

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Murk Rammer froze as he felt the nuzzle
of a snub-nosed thirty-eight’s deadly muzzle.
Louis The Retch poked it into his back.
“The jig’s up, Rammer. I ain’t cuttin’ no slack.”

Murk had been tricked by a double-crossing dame,
alias...

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I woke up one morning in a world full of lost things,
with no recollection of how i got there.
They curled around me and taunted me, examined me carefully with their hands so that they could...

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Most of my classes suck (by that I mean they’re difficult). English is ok - especially the writing. I’d never want to major in English Literature though. It’s one of the hardest majors at Yale....

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My dreams were that of nothing but your kiss.
A lingering essence soothing frayed edges of my heart.
Heaven couldn’t breach the wonder of your touching
hands. They tickle memories invoked by the scent of your breath
against my...

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*** Pulled from the Mist *
   What Creating Art Is About*

(For Debbie Harding)

She gasped with an awe of nature,
Walking on a lone trail 
   to its end in the dense

Forest —...

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The rain didn't fall 
last night so much
as it was thrown.

The wind didn't blow
last night so much
as it was whipped.

And a whip is
a thing which
lacerates, it cuts.

The day after
was the last day
and the next days
will...

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COME HOME TO ME

                               ...

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Each step is like
   I’m walking on mist
for not a sound
   mumbles from beneath my feet.
With everything in full bloom
I can’t locate your scent,
my palate is overwhelmed,
and as I fight 
...

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Bed time story

  Night sky stood still inky dark and gloomy
  There came a light that flickered zigzagging behind the clouds
  a sudden resounding loud sound of cymbals
  Heavy pouring rain...

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I am a dreamer literally for I dream a lot
With most of them remembered, few of them forgot.
My dreams are always based in reality,
Although quite mixed up they often tend to be.

But this particular dream...

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Called to journey
Through the passageway of my heart
I close the door and turn
Exposing myself in full surrender

Fuzzy whiteness vibrates around me
A fleecy cocoon tickles my limbs
I feel your fingertips calling out to me
Royal turquoise butterflies...

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Massive, gray, these leaden waves
bear their unchanging burden—
the sameness of each day to day

while the wind seems to struggle to say
something half-submerged planks at the mouth of the bay
might nuzzle limp seaweed to understand.

Now collapsing...

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It was a regular summer afternoon, dull & dreary,
Generally the mood around was tired & weary,
When suddenly the sun disappeared from the sky,
And black clouds from end to end began to glide.

To everyone’s surprise for...

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Spring
What does spring mean to me?
the shedding of winter’s coats.
Scarves and obnoxious hats
 Freedom, to breathe god’s air.
New life; new-born lambs gambolling along,
 nuzzle mums' milk
The smell of freshness from open windows 
 in the...

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