Long Ores Poems

Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your high mountain tower.
How coldly the wind blows,
how late this chill hour ...

and I cannot wait
for a meteor shower
to show you the time
must be...

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What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch

What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence...

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Limericks IV - Donald Trump

The Hair Flap
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

The hair flap was truly a scare:
Trump’s bald as a billiard back there!
The whole nation laughed
At the state of his graft;
Now the...

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Our country is full of hypocrites 
who stand up against nothing and bend over for everything 
the peoples amendments pushing European agendas upon us for change 
towards liberal law in our downfall
 
Unto our sovereignty...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that brimstone in these sinister currents, that spin! A black river...

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There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It’s mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of...

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Light verse and nonsense verse

Mini-Ode to Stamina
by Michael R. Burch 
 
When you’ve given so much
that I can’t bear your touch,
then from a safe distance
let me admire your persistence.



The Trouble with Elephants
by Michael R. Burch...

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In emerald fields where whispers grow,
Beneath the sky’s sapphire glow,
A healing touch in nature’s flow,
Mends the heart, lets spirits show.

Amidst the ores where magic’s found,
Emotions rise, no longer bound,
Through verdant woods and glistening ground,
The soul...

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My life, like everybody else’s, is a treasure trove
with a mine from which one’s treasures are derived.
The familial bonds we form are platinum; our friendships gold.
These are precious ores that most souls are born to...

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Space Rock Climber was born to the void
On an asteroid named for its ores and metals
Orbiting the sun one year after another
Morning never comes
Day never breaks
Silence goes on forever dead

A 10 year old son abandoned...

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It was a woodcut in our high school history text, Unit 4 Beginnings of the
      Modern World, that so disturbed,
from the Nuremburg Chronicles depicting the burning of the Jews, flat
...

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WORDS ON THE SAND (Part 3)

Not distant a young girl watching silent
On her wheelchair. No writing from a limited body
The sand waiting from her what in life is more salient
After she saw the old man,...

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Part 2.

Into the wasteland he flies
To bury the souls of lies,
Beneath the leaves of time,
Dirty deeds must dirty die.

This then the watchman must do:

Step on the fingers that try,
With downward pulls to pry,
Into doom flower...

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Nested like treasures priceless, eagle parents watch over the brood
On an island far away from the city, I beheld in a vision of azure blue
A rural settlement in waste laying, arid with black bile
A desolate,...

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Why do flowers have such color and charm,  
The sky is blue: the woolly clouds march past
Au revoir to the day.  To memories of unconquered
Problems and market struggles that avail us naught. 
We...

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Copper blooms, titanium too below the iron of the sky
Rich fields of ore, quarried, lay everywhere without a quarrel
In conjunction with all things shiny on the land and rust of day

Mountains pinnacles are miles high
With...

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A cacophony of cheers
Sand sprays like fireworks
From feet, hands, ball, hair.
Four women, two-a-side,
In a battle for the ages.

A motion of fluidity and a
Knowledge brought forth
From years in the fray.
Sun, rain, the elements,
Just more adversaries

In a...

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Sometimes in churlish chains
Fed up with ribald refrains
On my mind inflicting pains and strains

In the morning, afternoon and night
When from life I gain no delight
Sinking into sorrows on the flight

From illusion
Conflated with delusion
Carved from collusion

Between...

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Solemnly sixth is Goodness known by few who with God do share,
Costly fine and desired is its colour that being of gold so weighty,
Despite its heaviness it has a softness not usual and very rare,
It’s...

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This country United 
one can clearly see 
only blind hide in truth 

Illegally a government seizes power 
against the vote with a clear strike 
Overthrowing moral grounds 

At which point do we say enough 
Their...

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FURUHI, A LAMENT 
(Based on a poem by a Japanese poet of the seventh century, Yamanoe Okura)

What in all the world is most desired?
The precious ores, the seven precious stones?
Yet what are these to one
whom...

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Dusty shoes and wipsy hair
But i do not care 
I am headed to Jozi
Smelting hair and drowsy heat
That will not deter me
I am headed to the streets
paved in gold, Jozi

With nothing more than the clothes...

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Inspired by pastel art works contributed by: Sergey Sergeevich Solomko 

 

Clouds of darkness, obliterating the daylights the richest diamond, merely the sun, 

Galaxies, of dazzling night sky’s, undesirable pleasures, the sun formed settling beyond...

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Disaster knell, disaster bell, disaster cell
Fly into my matrimony faster
When in a short time spell
I choose to plunge my home into a cluster

Where nonsense and indifference
Grow a foothold
Steeped in a circumference which in one insane...

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11/11/16
"Water"


On land and in the water

Ores such as copper


The M.V. P. of the entire roster

Back in the day they use to call me Harry Potter

Show me a lady that can cook like Betty Crocker

I'll appreciate...

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