Long Overthrown Poems

Beckoning
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Yesterday the wind whispered my name
while the blazing locks
of her rampant mane
lay heavy on mine.
And yesterday
I saw the way
the wind caressed tall pines
in forests laced by glinting streams
and thick with...

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Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She...

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Medieval Poems



Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland knew the agony of exile.
That indomitable smith was wracked by grief.
He endured countless troubles:
sorrows were his only companions
in his frozen...

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Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood.



bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u are charming...

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Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.

Because you...

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Deor's Lament

(Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem circa the 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland endured the agony of exile:
an indomitable smith wracked by grief.
He suffered countless sorrows;
indeed, such sorrows were his bosom companions
in that frozen...

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“Morning beautiful lady,” Joulupukki greeted her.
     “Beautiful?  Maybe a couple hundred years ago,” she replied as Joulupukki stood and kissed her on top of the head.
    ...

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Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk
There full of the hidden secrets of men
The men and fairies who are full of lusk
They do hide them away here in the glen
Here they are hidden...

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REVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


A revolution is much deeper than what the eye can see 
An opportunity to rid the land of despotism and tyranny
When any citizen can expose the enemies of the state
Present and judge valid...

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Throughout 2016 I have been reading Rob Brezsny's Pronoia
Is The Antidote For Paranoia
now ending before I reach 2017.

This postmillennial bible of multiculturalism
ends with several questions or statements
with space to write in my responses.

I am about...

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The Cry Of Dolores

A popular priest in 1810, Spanish rule he spoke against
those who had overthrown the Spanish Viceroy José de Iturrigaray
A speech calling upon the people to protect in angst
Their King Ferdinand VII was...

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POEM: Welcome to Palestine. The land of the prophets and the martyrs. 


Let’s show show some respect, and bow down in humility…
Gaza may be small, but their angels are all over and as far as...

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(continued from 'Son of Amattai - 1 of 2')

in the belly of the fish
Then Jonah prayed unto the Lord, his God,
Deep from the belly of leviathan.
“I cried out to you, Lord, in my distress,
For I...

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Secrets are anxiously being kept with a behavioral struggle, as one of the special few enters the room; obviously preoccupied with his thoughts. Bottom teeth are nipping his upper lip tucked tight, rope acting as...

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The room was cold and flooding with a silence that makes men go insane,


There are footsteps in the hall as they grow nearer and then dissipate into nothingness,


A loud and defined set of steps grow...

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The Bachelor Spectacular
by Michael R. Burch

One heart? Tossed aside.
The other? A bride’s.
In all his great wisdom, the bachelor decides.

Eeenie, mean-ie, mine-y, mo’,
one gal must stay and one must go.
If she hollers? That’s the show!

No heart...

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people always say to me
you clearly want to better me 
succeeding whilst I fell away 
conforming to normality 

I don't meet or speak to people 
face to face invisible 
but hey, nobody knew anyway 
one...

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Poems for Poets VI



Caveat
by Michael R. Burch

If only we were not so eloquent,
we might sing, and only sing, not to impress,
but only to enjoy, to be enjoyed.

We might inundate the earth with thankfulness
for light, although...

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In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong, 
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs, 
Where eyes that sin, must cut to save, 
To seek the path, the righteous pave.

Hell's inferno starts on Earth's domain,...

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April 2 Walls
April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux

By order of his excellency
Emperor Donald the First

The merciful, 
the Christian King of Kings
The Sultan of Sultans
The Emperor of North America

Be it hereby decreed
That the ancient honorable...

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bachelorhoodwinked
by michael r. burch

(a poem about wedlock, or lock->wed)

u
are
charming
& disarming,
but mostly ***ALARMING***
since all my resolve
dissolved!

u
are
chic
as a sheikh's
harem girl in the sheets
but castle's no longer my own
and my kingdom's been overthrown!



That Not-So-Mellow Fellow, Othello
by Michael R....

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Albert Nolan
"Abtract Gospel"
God in
"Picture" out
current problems
shoved aside
preach good
Feel good
do apartheid

II - Part 2
In his book, God in South Africa The Challenge of the Gospel," Albert Nolan ends his work quoting passages from Isaiah that convict...

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Masked 

If you pass a glance in my direction, a shell you will see,
An image that's skin deep, not a true portrayal of me.
But please, take the time to slowly peel away my mask, 
Just...

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Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war,
never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial
complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied,
openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send
best and brightest, or even those boasting...

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Who will weep for my noble prince? Who will cry
With belly swollen with sorrow, and tears long
As the Black River? Who will hear the clouds sigh
And turn black over red clay, and being strong
Not feel...

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