Long Partook Poems

Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream,
when winter scowls,
when nights compound dark frosts with snow ...
Where...

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After serving six long hard years at Methacton State penitentiary...

as mini reunion number 
XLV fast approaches 
Saturday, April 30th, 7:00 pm 
until 10:00 pm
at The Trappe Tavern, 416 West 
Main Street, Trappe, PA 19426
regarding graduating...

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Poems about Children VI

Playmates
by Michael R. Burch

WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours,
we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days
were uncomprehended . . . far, far...

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This was only our second date...

A Black Tie Affair...

...Set against an incredible view,
vineyards, waterfalls,
a plentitude of flower beds,
all just outside a charming postcard Town.

This indeed was a serious event,
anyone  who was anyone...
and my date...were here.

A...

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Voyage to the bottom of this... 
prevaricated forth write Declaration!

As most every girl and boy
taught back in the day,
learning base sic life lessons, 
when going to Zerns,
now permanently closed, 
but once upon a time one...

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"Is It I?....Is It I?....
                              ...

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The return to youth was what he brought me back to, but this was the issue. I've attempted leaps and extensions far away from my youth. From its eternal beauty and ego-driven agility and the...

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Argh, I ne'er got muffin top before - why now!?

Once upon a time yours truly did allow
himself to consume anything in sight
eats of mine in the mein 
included an assortment of chow.

Impossible firm me 
(read...

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A: I called you fool all because when you called yourself wise in your very own
     eyes--you first became a fool in mine.  And the fool has said in her...

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i.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
My wife and son lay silent, all tucked in their beds,
Visions of demons no longer danced in my...

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To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt exclamations and...

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When first we met ,your eyes' deep longing 
And the hunger in my heart  drew us
Together.
So sensuous and sinuous were you 
Setting my whole being atingle ,alight
And aflame.
My voice quivering  with your eager...

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Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration.

As most every girl and boy
     taught back in the day,
     or more recently going to Zerns,
     a golden age...

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Who is really responsible for the case of traditional values? God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Trinity. Three in one blessed holy Trinity! He created the first marriage between man and...

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Ah, denying vulnerability is widely acceptable
and this thought is steeped in the minds of the very young, 
who are certain to remain invincible and sane...
by not avoiding all that's shameful and wrong!
Is their variable ego...

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REDEMPTION
One day, when my time was done,
I flew to the place where it was always sun,
And before me lay a fine array
Of palaces and fields where laughter held sway.

As I made my way to the...

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It was supposed to be a prayer together for starters.
Still as fresh as the morning breath I take, I took in your face from the side for starters.
I held on to that negligence I partook...

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The only woman I ever loved gives joy and love, For I have met and loved other women but not with such satisfaction I feel now. For she turns a dark day bright and shares...

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Sonnet Doubles....

I Love Sweet Tender, Kisses That Beg More

I seek not perfection nor world's bright gold
in my waking, I beg pardon from thee
each new day, across fertile fields I strode
I drink black coffee, add honey...

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Adjusting Appetizing Palates.
I have sampled the variety,
I am the one who has tasted life;
The one who has had a taste of life.
Rarely indulged in the main course-
Seldom a full meal-
I come hungry-
To leave satisfied...
I want...

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“Is there any gift more precious than the gift of love by those who blessed us with the gift of life”! 
by the Poet

When December comes,
Memories stir up unsought....
Once caught in its whirl
I sink down...

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Do I dare?
As years passed, I continued to wonder
Haunted by a silent question
Buried at the back of my head, is a lifetime quest for answers
Lurking in my subconscious, Is a lifetime of shadows
Masked in deep...

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3/20/22


Going at an alarming speed
Taxes and parking fees
Across uncharted seas
I'm in the presence of sharks and trees
Keeping any B.S. far from me
Among constant conflict and chaos, I've only partially
Found harmony
It all use to dishearten me
Experienced...

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Wiz Away

I entered the empty funeral hall.
Am I not at the correct memorial gathering in visitation room H?
“Excuse me, sir, but is this the memorial for Mr. Wizby?
 There is not a posting besides the...

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Alone, there I stood by the bench in the park.
On a leash by my side, my protective young hound.
In the distance I heard the echo of whispers;
As a dark hooded figure approached in a cloak.
She...

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