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Behold, a new expression of sound,
A fresh song and joy that now abound,
It crushes all plans of the wicked foe,
Washing, purifying with heavenly glow.
The focus shifts to a brand-new place,
Stalled engine redone, with full horse power grace,
Making room for His goodness overflow,
As blessings multiple in divine flow.
Raining down the glory, dancing on the fire,
The coals that once burned, now our dancing floor.
Destroying the enemy's works, it's His desire,
To breathe new life across the land forevermore.
For in His great mercy, He multiplies His blessings,
Putting fire under our feet, we'll never be oppressed.
A symphony of love and hope fills our lives,
As He transforms and renews us forevermore.
Two hearts,
Brought into consonance to beat as one,
I’ve envisioned these moments, woven in my dreams,
In a villa carved boldly into the rocky cliffs,
Overlooking sapphire waters, vast and eternal,
Engraved in my thoughts like whispers in the wind,
Those forever portraits of you, bathed in a golden haze of ivory silk,
At the water’s edge,
Lost in those icy blue eyes, piercing straight into my soul,
As the breeze, soft as silk, runs its fingers through your golden tresses,
Provoking a shiver, goosebumps rising,
over the warmth of your porcelain touch.
Without a word, I pull you close,
Our bodies entwining,
Scorching through our veins these celestial vibrations,
Unbreakable, like the radiant pulse of ruby-red diamonds
Dancing through the vastness of a distant nebula.
All of these feelings, these precious sentiments,
Transcending the very bounds of love,
Turning heart into imagination,
Propelling my ambitions, igniting the inferno
That once burned fiercely within.
Like a sea of prismatic crystals refracting
The fiery glow of a tiger-orange sun,
Rising to herald yet another season of summertime’s sultry magic.
Who’s Texas oil rich, just five-feet-six
and always seems to get out of a fix?
He’s married with four kids, and eyes bright blue -
a guy you love to hate. . . Still need a clue?
He came to CBS a year ago
to play the nineteenth season of the show
"Survivor!" Fans tuned in; there on Samoa
we saw him on a tribe called Foa Foa.
A villain on this game show like no other,
he’s one you’d guess could rat out his own mother.
He’s Russell Hantz, a genuine control freak,
and add to that, he’s quite a little sneak!
To cause a stir, he once burned someone’s socks,
feigned innocence, and then had secret talks
with teammates as he filled their minds with doubt
And made his plans of whom to next throw out.
With not one clue, he found immunity.
a “first” in all "Survivor" history,
then saved himself when there came times to vote
with idols he had found. (He loves to gloat!)
If someone were not “pliable,” he’d thrust
them out, while there were others he would trust.
But by the time the game came to its end,
he’d backstabbed them and didn’t have one friend.
And so he lost that game. We saw him cry
as votes were read, a crazed look in his eye!
A hundred grand he’d give to wear the crown,
but she who rode his coattails turned him down.
Respected by his fans, he’s gone anew
to play this time with villains, none who knew
him from before, and now he’s in a game
with old time favorites who seem really lame!
With blind-sides left and right, they’re falling fast.
I think Hantz might remain there till the last!
He gave an idol up to save a gal
I bet he wishes were more than a pal. . .
His poor wife has to watch him on TV,
all smiles while making eyes at Parvati.
But win or lose this time, he is the slayer
of those "Survivor" All-Stars. What a player!
(Watch for the season finale. It should be coming soon, either Thursday or maybe on a
Sunday)
For Linda-Marie Bariana's TV Tempations contest
The season that once burned has now grown cold,
And nature has left stains upon the leaves.
I see colors of red, orange and gold,
As they roll off of my shoulders and sleeves.
They collect in small piles on the ground
In picture perfect images of fall.
Wind causes them to scatter all around,
While I rake them together wide and tall.
I watch birds assembling on a wire,
Before they all fly south until next year.
Shivering while I sit close to a fire,
I find myself now loathing winter's near.
While snow falls during the cold Decembers,
I keep warm recalling autumn's embers.
© 2012
In the vacuum of your absence, time loses all meaning,
A single hour stretches into an eternity, like two hundred years of longing.
My heart, a heavy burden bears, weighed down by the ache of your departure,
As I struggle to hold back tears, preventing them from cascading like a relentless storm.
The silence is deafening, a cacophony of emptiness that echoes through my soul,
I yearn for the gentle cadence of your voice, the melodious laughter that once filled my heart with joy.
The memories of our moments together now taunt me, a bittersweet reminder of what we once shared,
The whispers of your love, the tender touch of your hand, all now but a distant memory, a fleeting dream.
Oh, babe, my love for you knows no bounds, it transcends time and space,
In your absence, my heart is a desolate landscape, barren and devoid of hope.
I miss the way you used to look at me, with eyes that shone like stars in the night,
The way you used to hold me, with arms that wrapped around me like a warm, comforting light.
Come to me, my love, and fill the void that your absence has created,
Let your love be the balm that soothes my soul, the safe haven where I can find peace.
For without you, my heart is lost, wandering in a wilderness of despair,
Oh, babe, come to me, and let your love be the guiding star that leads me back to happiness.
In your arms, I find my solace, my refuge from the storms of life,
With you, my heart beats in rhythm, our love a symphony of joy and delight.
So, my love, come to me, and let us rekindle the flame that once burned so bright,
Together, let us create a love that will last an eternity, a love that will shine like a beacon in the night.
“You love him so much, you're too blind to see
He's only playing a game
He's never loved you, he never will
And darling, don't you know he' ll never change?” Elvis Presley - It Hurts Me
I do not expect you to love him as I do,
Seeing from the outside as you should
With a fresh mind, clear from the lies,
Logic dominating what you see as senselessness
I am pained by every weakness you recite
Against his fragile, inelastic soul,
How painful it should be to take away his control
Over the last thing he claims as his:
I
You rest assured I will be broken in the end
True might it be, cease not to wait in worry
I break in the talons fully aware of his ire,
His need to devour this swaying flower
I can hear the cynical thoughts already,
Stretching for the race to my heart,
Comforting me in coos,
Dreading the moment I turn to fools
Your eager heart comforts me little as I replenish
This space I request is lost in your lectures
Your eyes that have once burned with anger,
Are relieved with validation of your foreshadows
Do not rest your hands on my back,
As I crumple over, my eyes trailing his departure
Do not comfort me with those “I-told-you-so” touches
I know it—I have always,
And with your logic,
You cannot even dream to comprehend
The true density of this reality
These are my early poems, or juvenilia...
alien
by michael r. burch
there are mornings in england
when, riddled with light,
the Blueberries gleam at us—
plump, sweet and fragrant.
but i am so small ...
what do i know
of the ways of the Daffodils?
“beware of the Nettles!”
we go laughing and singing,
but somehow, i, ...
i know i am lost. i do not belong
to this Earth or its Songs.
Easter, in Jerusalem
by Michael R. Burch
The streets are hushed from fervent song,
for strange lights fill the sky tonight.
A slow mist creeps
up and down the streets
and a star has vanished that once burned bright.
Oh Bethlehem, Bethlehem,
who tends your flocks tonight?
"Feed my sheep,"
"Feed my sheep,"
a Shepherd calls
through the markets and the cattle stalls,
but a fiery sentinel has passed from sight.
Golgotha shudders uneasily,
then wearily settles to sleep again,
and I wonder how they dream
who beat him till he screamed,
"Father, forgive them!"
Ah Nazareth, Nazareth,
now sunken deep into dark sleep,
do you heed His plea
as demons flee,
"Feed my sheep,"
"Feed my sheep . . ."
The temple trembles violently,
a veil lies ripped in two,
and a good man lies
on a mountainside
whose heart was shattered too.
Galilee, oh Galilee,
do your waters pulse and froth?
"Feed my sheep,"
"Feed my sheep,"
the waters creep
to form a starlit cross.
I wrote this poem around age 15-16.
and yet i am singing ...
the sun—so mild;
my cheeks are like roses;
my skin—so fair.
i spent a long time there
before i realized: They have no faces,
no bodies, no voices.
i was always alone.
and yet i keep singing:
the words will come
if only i hear.
I believe I wrote "alien" around age 19 as a college freshman or sophomore.
Keywords/Tags: early, juvenilia, juvenile, college, school, child, childhood, class, youth, write, writing, voice,
This is a story of two lovers,
A boy and a girl, destined for each other.
They met by chance, and it felt like fate,
Their love was pure, it was no debate.
Their eyes locked, and their hearts skipped a beat,
They knew right then, they were meant to meet.
They laughed and danced, under the moonlit sky,
Their love was magical, it felt like they could fly.
They promised forever, to each other they'd stay,
Nothing could break them, they'd find a way.
But as time passed, their love started to fade,
The spark that once burned, slowly decayed.
They fought and argued, over little things,
Their love was slipping, like a bird without wings.
They tried to hold on, but it was too late,
Their love was crumbling, and there was no escape.
They said their goodbyes, with tears in their eyes,
It was the end of their beautiful paradise.
But even though their love came to an end,
They'll always cherish the memories they spend.
For in each other's hearts, they'll forever remain,
The boy and the girl, who once shared a flame.
So this is the story of two lovers torn apart,
Though their love will live on, in each other's heart.
For sometimes, love doesn't work out as planned,
But the memories and lessons will forever stand.
The flame that once burned in that mortal shell
through life and love that sparked many emotions
It was now gone forever, its fire quelled
It had burned through many storms upon life's ocean
In tears and laughter, it would continue to burn
Through life and love that sparked many emotions
When the flame dimmed and flickered, it caused some concern
would it blaze back and resume its dance?
In tears and laughter it would continue to burn
Time had stolen much of its radiance
The time of its end had finally come
would it blaze back and resume its dance?
But this once great flame did finally succumb
had flickered awhile before going out
The time of its end had finally come
Of its end there was no doubt
The flame that once burned in that mortal shell
had flickered awhile before going out
It was now gone forever, its fire quelled
I saw an obituary in the paper today
From a page in my life I had turned
A tear down my cheek had slipped away
For a flame that had long ago burned
The flame shone bright for a year or two
From a chapter in my book of youth
For years I had wondered what happened to you
It was my fault, if you must know the truth
I thought perhaps other flames
Might burn for me brighter still
Thinking that love was just a game
A quest I would never fulfill
Tear drops spotted the paper
As I remembered this love I had spurned
The flickering never quite wavered
From the light of this flame once burned
by Joe Flach, written and posted on 11/30/12 for the "Flame Once Burned" contest.