Long Ointments Poems

A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch

Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands grey pearls
under moss-stubbled oaks, full of whispers, complaining
to the darkening...

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These are poems about Ann Rutledge and her romantic relationship with Abraham Lincoln. 

Winter Thoughts of Ann Rutledge
by Michael R. Burch

Winter was not easy,
nor would the spring return.
I knew you by your absence,
as men are...

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Do I see the bright?

Again, yes of course I do ~

When I gaze, ponder and peer, deeply

Beyond the surface of all life....

Do I see my own imperfections?

Never have they escaped me, these humbling truths

A thousand...

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Im not apologizing
For what you see
You know apologizing
For being me
I love my skin im in
Its beautiful and unique
From my head to my feet
I wasn't made perfect
No not me
I was created by Thee
So I sit and...

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The woman lying on the hospital bed
Silent, intuition discerning
The last breath, last sigh, goodbye
Whispered beneath a soft cry
From the soul who she was leaving behind

She had been a daughter, a wife, a mother
She’d known sorrow,...

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This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good. 
made is seem wrong,

It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy

So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from...

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How will I describe your beauty with rainy season?
You are lovely,lovelyest and moderate like county family
I can't describe you-you are beyond description 

You are like clouds in cape always ready to shed tears of joy...

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The cut bashed from a hike in the woods , and the roll down the 

Hill and the wound  if not washed and dressed with the proper 

ointment will fester and have a malodorous...

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mr. buffet can’t believe that
so much “inequality exists
without people really getting upset” &
as he & some of his richest friends in the world
start to give up some of their moola 
to cause that they see...

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The  Little White Box

The alabaster box was made of precious stone.
For its flawless beauty, and honor it is known.
The contents enclosed, in this little white box:
Is sealed in perfection, as if it had locks!
Upon...

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the new normal

I'm isolated, waiting
at home with my wife
adapting like others
to our normal new life

a few days, no problem
a week, it's a breeze
but, nobody said
there would be days like these

at first it was easy
cleaning, watching...

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Like a stalking hoarse,

Have endured shrewd days and night,

Like the physician ampoule,

Ready on my skin to pour.

flights from ignorance left these 

Strawberry marks,

Eyes glued on the object
 
compelled to the hard brown wooden logs ...

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There is an enemy too small to see with the naked eye.
The 1600’s, the 2000’s, years before and between –
Have seen its result. Waves of death and destruction.
And with each comes a new form of...

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Stories, tales...More truth!
More cozy boots; Its winter: super cold
Doctor prescribed me with meds: syrups too popping pills and no love potions, learned the hard way that life leans on you when everything seems hazy!
Falling down...

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The Visit

Dimly lit room with flowered wallpaper, 
bridal chamber for a couple, 1920.
In her noontime daydream she could see back then.

Coal dust between her fingers,
a strong back from lifting buckets,
waiting for the annual Christmas visit.
“My...

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When he first came around,
 nothing touched the ground.

Now seventeen years later,
 my husband is one hundred
pounds fatter.

 I never dreamed it would
end like this,
 in the beginning all i saw
was pure bliss.

 These days...

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The mirror stands cracked,
Neglected at the corner,
The broken glass wearing a coat,
Of a fine film of dust.
She no longer dares…
To look, nor does she care.

Her face, heart shaped,
Her eyes, bright and brown
Her skin a light...

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When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt, 
I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity, 
amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining regrets~
upon flowers, swaying forsaken, to butterfly ballads? 

But will oblivious...

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SUCH A DIRTY DIRTY WORLD CLEANED MYSELF UP ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN

The beginning of life it's self;
Is no mystery;
and yet in our misery;
We conceit to are majesty;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up...

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God’s plan has worked beautifully. 
I now know what sixteen days of pure hell feels like.
I understand more about chronic pain, and I will have more empathy than ever before.
I had no idea this was...

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And who's to blame??? Riding supernovas trail across the celestial sky ~

Escaping the realities of which always fill these, my weary eyes....

Wishing to make a heart smile and or to brighten anothers spirit; inside

Bringing hope...

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Tjhe Cretans have centered there
intentions
made foly of the traditions
stood in the Pool of Rightousness
to drink the wines of endearment and affection
callously they decieve
for those who belive
and shall rub the ointments
of victory in there losses
Might the...

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oh, hold me and stifle me
and make me be still
let me rail and 
tell and tell and tell;
then gently say
"it will be o.k."

be a friend and look
at me in a goodly way
when i err on...

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INCONVENIENCE

Home :
Take one cube of gravy essence,
stir it fretfully, if I still dare,
into boiling, or at least hot-ish water;
such senior movements made with care

Care Home :
Drizzle ointments, yea, and potions
onto wrinkled tangerine skin
of arthritic hands,...

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There’s taxes on underwear, dresses and ties,
and taxes on ointments your grandmother buys.

There’s taxes on food at your local D.Q.
and taxes on food even good for you too!

You’re taxed on most services; and you are...

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