Long Outburst Poems

Sonnets XLII-LI

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

Moonbeams on water?
the reflected light
of a halcyon star
now drowning in night...
So your memories are.

Footprints on beaches
now flooding with water;
the small, broken ribcage
of some primitive slaughter...
So near, yet so far.



A Surfeit of...

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Fulfilled fantasies and legitimate realities…you do know how to please…
Are you listening to my voice of longing and yearning?
No, don’t backstab me with your broken promises…stop being a horrid tease…
Do not worry, Lord, I am...

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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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I AM A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR I'LL NEVER EVER BE HIS VICTIM AGAIN I'LL NEVER EVER MISS THE STENCH OF ANGER RAGE VIOLENT OUTBURST THE SPITTING WHEN HE YELLED SCREAMED AMAZING I SURVIVED AFTER RETURNING...

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MODERN SONNETS II

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.



In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch

The...

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That soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, 
runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.
If asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:
"Vindication? Straightforward: It's Me and Me First" 

(To mesmerise people He needed...

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Precedent setting the stage for kerning and tracking piqued my interest

Just before logging off for the day,
and ready to boogie out of the joint
an email landed squarely in my inbox
cordially inviting me 
into the management...

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That is your job, the mama tells us at school.
We feed her child breakfast, lunch, and an after school snack free of charge.
We give her child a safe place to be, while she has seven...

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THE HURDLES: 

Explain this won't be a devour,
As all this while you considered a diva.
He'd set hurdles, Eva...
Which's breeding woes and fever.
I know you understand that's not trivial,
From the university of life, I have become...

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Time bracketed between initial birthday and present birthdate

October seventeenth
nineteen hundred sixty one 
and October seventeenth
two thousand twenty four
represents, signals,
and traces sixty three orbitz
completed round the sun.
by one cherished,
(despite lapse of calling,
emailing, or texting),
nevertheless loved,
and prized...

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Free association comprises ratiocination...

Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla...

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Free association comprises ratiocination...

Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla...

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Shouting, over the sounds of rain, feelings
more commanding than the season’s pain
erasing the hope from hearts, but who’s to blame
for the night’s lure in pieces of yesterdays
wondering, unclear which prayer to plead
will the season tell...

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Rustling leaves comfort those who see
Past the hills, to psalms from the trees
Past the gentle to grace and peace
Past hopes to the praise that believes

Autumn winds breathe soothing
Past the lonely, to the astonishing
Past the still,...

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The sun was setting, with a beautiful color leaving in the Sky. We were heading to Edinburg. Our van stopped on the way, as that was the time for evening prayer. I could see my...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film,       
 veiling v i n...

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When I was in America
I received an Envelop with my mother's stamp on it.
I saw the red ink boiling on the surface of the book.
I torn it open and watched the words in anger!
My mother...

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8 a.m.,
I lock myself in my bedroom, I start to pray for better days
I silently scream I’m sorry, to the mirror
I silently scream to my dad, I’m sorry
I’m sorry to my sibling for my sudden...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape

No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen...

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I hoped that you could still
speak to me in pain,
and never let me leave your arms.
I hope you never forget me.
I write to you,
my favourite person, wishing that you’d read.
Hoping you’d hear my inner screams.
As...

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The dust of time elevate upon my every touch to dust away
And writings revealing as promised are the words to say

‘He who listens will never be heard
He who sees will never be seen
A tongue utters...

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……

     Searing pain shot through 
my body like a wave of heat. I 
raised my arm to feel my 
cheek, but he grabbed my 
wrist, forcing it back to my 
side....

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Suzanne thought she felt the slightest of vibration.So slight in fact she could not be  sure
If she had imagined it.

Arlis woke as she worked her hand down the leg feeling for the searing heat...

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Nastalgic from another night of no sleep.

symptoms of my illness.

Routeen.

i breath in the moring air into my lungs only to feel more empty.

the silence becongs me to sit and enjoy the morining seclusion.

left defencless to...

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****"No better tomorrow""***


Before the sun could have made its appearance,
her eyes are forced open,
with the outburst of the little one's patience;
Frustrated, sleep deprived and irritated, 
She jolts her head with the steel roof,
roof of sufferings,
covering...

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