Long Pooling Poems

Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is in the despairing skies;
each hut shuts its bright bewildered eyes.
The...

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Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both worlds grow obscure.



Muse/Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

“What will you conceive in...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands...

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The indecision builds 
while staring into the velvet covered bible
and knowing that you have already
read more than was necessary.
Yet you stand and read on and on
hoping that one small word
will shine into the dark crevices
separating...

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Baby,

You have become a fixture in my mind...
treading lightly... meaningfully...  with purpose.
with each traverse, the words and wisdom you impart
leave an indelible print..for one so..might i say youthful.


I've often wondered why my intrigue hasnt
diminished......

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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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You’re not welcomed here anymore
You got no business here anymore
You got no right to come in here anymore
You don’t have to come here anymore.

You leave for work
Come back later just to leave
An hour passes and...

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Hell, let’s talk.

Heres my mind outlined in chalk/
Hold it tight so it won’t take off/
Holding you down with each of my thoughts/
Folding you over with 40 ton locks

wondering why we’re all loosing it/
All because we’re...

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Like an unwanted infection that has crept in                           ...

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the first move made was the worst move
played---making like the sky had parted &
somebody was watching over, somebody
was lighting a candle for the struggle, as if
it was over by a long shot---for getting things
back in...

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1MDB Walking Free

Talk about living charmed lives for some people in positions of power.....
The latest involve news of the latest appointments of certain financial  figures...
News about President elect Donald Trump's handpicking of certain people..
To...

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Can't see her coming down my eyes...So 
Can I Let This Poem Cry
I can't see her coming down my eyes...So 
Can I Let This Poem Cry
ONCE AGAIN ITS ON!!! 
Flying into a dream...looking through the...

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Autumn foliage clings to the earth as another spring lays dying.
She walks there among the rustle of my thoughts. The ever-present 
sound of her steps upsetting nature in its serenity only long
enough to remind that...

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Not long ago when the summers seemed warmer and the winters were whiter. When the trees grew crown of leaves bright, a transparent green. Then tossed them to the ground for a little while. In...

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An’ so, the saviors’ called –never answered, my breath in the cold
An’ as the autumn leaves pile, amassed- to merely rust, brown an’ gold
An’ from betwixt the veil – screamed ghostly, from air, sea an’...

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I.
One week to the day, 
His beloved was taken away.
Within the confines of their edifice
He told himself, I can’t go on like this.
Numbly, at his sides, he clenched his fists;
While contemplating, at that very moment,...

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I hear the door open.
It is my chance.
I run up from the basement to 
see my darling offspring who used to
love me, sneak out of her room.

She looks up from her cereal.
Is that a growl?
I...

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He comes.
Graceful as the ghostly moonlight
glittering among the thorns,
he comes.
I feel him,
the warm whispers of the quiet forest listener.
He saunters, leans, and looks, 
approaches, crouches low.
I cannot let his deadly perfection come so close to...

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Daddy's Little Daughter Grows UP

Mama some boy at school called me a dumb blond
And I hit him
He said blonds are only good for one thing
Can you believe that mama
I was furious, so furious mama
My father...

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Much harder to bear
Than the absence of words
Was the silence of her eyes
There were no shades of love
In their depths
No dawning light of recognition
No glint of passion
No pooling of pain
In the form of tears
Nothing...

Her eyes...

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Another Saturday of middle men gathers, save one, be another weekend passes, mumbling about, till I spoke out, forgive me, this be the truth of it.

'Tis but a few words, that I lent to friends...

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The Haunted House

Driving with my date at midnight, looking at the August moonlight, 
lonely road, no one in eyesight, searching for a place to park.
Off the road a mansion ‘pearing, in the woods, back in...

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(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)

Another
Work 
Day

Alarm
Shower
Coffee

Husband
Wife
Goodbye...

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6/8/21


Blood stained into lands being conquered
Blood on this can of Monster
Blood in the water
Blood pooling and congealing from all the slaughter
Blood hitting close to home,  when you got a squatter
Blood whether the weather turned...

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Written; June 16, 2023

Teardrop Poetry Contest                             ...

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