Long Preen Poems

Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s strangely lit beds, where the cold springs creak:
for there is...

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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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PERSONIFIED LIGHTED CANDLE:

Come on, I'm strong and edified.
No one can hold me in detention for getting them defied.
Compared to Cassius Clay; fiercely bonified.
A firmly personified lighted candle on a lampad. 
In the corners of every...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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Though I'm ashamed to say it now, I never took conservation seriously,
Just living life as if nothing else mattered, full of wonted complacency.

I would hear intense talk of the climate, recycling and global warming,
But I...

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(1.)  Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Imagination steps on into...

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Once upon a time there was a big old handsome lion
Wanted - for a mate - by every single lioness.
That lion’s name was Leo, and in all his jungle kingdom,
The feline Leo favored was a...

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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...

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Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods',
Part Two

(III.)

Alas! Cold silence, the depths of darkening wrath
Came to invade the fallen god's newborn nightmare
Waking to find agony and his earthen path
Twas his penalty for flouting Fate...

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon...

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Growing up with an angel that loved me.
Hovering close,with cane, walking.
Me, on a tricycle to the candy store,
Bright summer days I cannot ignore.

Though decades have past, his love and 
quiet spirit remain.
It's not like he's...

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>I have a blinking broken foot.  
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
&
Poetry soup honourably mentioned.

I have a blinking broken foot.
My left one can you not see.
The picture’s on my Facebook page.
For all of...

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An essence heard a heartfelt plea
meek, unconfident, not familiar
"Should I bother anymore? Please guide me."
His words hardly mist....
a response slices the scene
     with the speed of a guillotine.

skittering over the asymmetrical
similarities...

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Lights out, lights out!in the run about, the critte
            rs flee to me. Storm, blazing lightening, air too w
     ...

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This piece was done with help from a friend, Homer(@chrysomer on Instagram), please do check him out. We took turns, alternating with each line. He began, then on and on it went. I’ll be starting...

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Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear...

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Part One-  Ancient Poem Doubles.
(1.)
Beyond The Storming Seas Unto The Paradise Of Poetry

What wailing- from the frosty-whistling moon and thin air-
That bestirs dying heart within the poet's seeking breast
Echoing across fertile plains unto silence's...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
      ...

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He is the one, the only King.
All play-mates leave him quite alone.
No matter what morning doth bring,
He tends to play on his I-phone.
Stabbing red buttons, click, click, click,
He is so regal, and oh, so quick!
The...

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God has a way of coming to you
In your moments of despair 
God has a way of revealing things
Of which you aren't even aware
Stop searching with your eyes wide shut
There's no reason for hostility 
For...

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It was a night I'll always remember,
I've told this tale so oft,
Sometimes I forget, and on my 3rd repeat
My friends think my mind has gone soft

But it's way back, maybe "69,
I was but a teenager...

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Sung to the great single: "Loves Me Like A Rock." from There Goes Rhymin' Simon. (1975.)

(Half heard :)
The camera's got to be rolling, man. It's got to be rolling... Gospel Chorus: “ Ahhwoo…
Well, I'm running,...

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As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves
 
( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. ) 
( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos)
( Cujus animam servare non curat.)


Years...

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What can I do to stop this terrible aching in my gut?
And yet, I am glad that I have not lost my sense of caring
That something inside of me still hurts when others hurt
My heart...

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