Long Pruned Poems

I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VI



An Illusion
by Michael R. Burch

The sky was as hushed as the breath of a bee
and the world was bathed in shades of palest gold
when I awoke.

She came to me with the sound...

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September    2051

Early afternoon part of one plan unfolded

Amaliah asked, "You can really cook?"  Damian replied, "aaye sis I've been a bachelor with my own place for some years before I married....

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#1
"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans.  Each whispered song 
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wounds  of the day"

Virtues are...

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Every January first of the new year...

finds me (a doggone muttering Homo sapien)
to give pause for reminiscences
and to take stock (sh lock and barrel)
about mein kampf in general
and previous three hundred
and sixty five days in...

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The blue sky with its bright light is moving over my head and the
wind is dancing in the poppy bed, the deers are scampering on the
shores and here you are holding up the process and...

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I’ve let everyone down to be exact…
I am a proven-guilty fact (a false fact)
Optimism and pessimism sure have its arms around me at all times
I wish I had a black and white checkered pirate ship...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My vacant halls now are silent, and the flower garden is...

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In that day, when seeking Gods word.
For, purpose in this life not expecting much.
Growing up in church following along.
Mom, would say you need to go church to be good.
Great grandma saying shhhh, you in God's...

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as if Monet had planted water lilies in Babylon

          hanging gardens at the heart of a canvas of joy

       ...

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OH! We are His chosen ones.  We are His very special children of His gospel light!
And let His gospel light! Shine! Shine! Shine! All around His world! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

OH! We will spread the good...

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“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One
 
The Gemini Garden stays close to mountain springs.
In this magic garden, countless flowers bloom and wither,
With pruned trees, shrubs and sprawling lawns,
And beds of geraniums...

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I was deprived of a father at the early age of thirteen.                       ...

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2/2/17


Stay tuned
For the soon to be boom
Between the sun and moon
And any flowers that do or don't bloom
During morning, night and afternoon

Lifeforms becoming unglued
Nobody is immune
Never assume
Acting like a buffoon
And being rude or lewd
Just because...

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I arose to the sun beating on my face
Stretching out all the aches and pains
Rubbing out the old stale tears from all the yesterdays
Whipping the sweat of all the left over strength from my pale...

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??Isaiah 5:1-8 KJVAAE??
[1]  Now will I sing to my well-beloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My well-beloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: [2] and he fenced it, and...

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And there are not enough cubicles and grey paneling that 
sugar rock candy lights won’t cut 
the sapling eye from its still decline into Abyss.

And there are not enough sad thoughts wars rapes to gratify...

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T i m e stops for no one,
as searing seconds swerve
through seasonal squalls,
thawing frost that sleeps upon
the necks of onyx roses,
where pain is etched in skeletal sins~
across pruned plumes,
fleeting through amethyst air, 
merged in changing...

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In a vehicle, once more this month. Though not going as far as the palm trees, my stomach’s lurching left and right. The baby’s alright! He coos from time to time as we weave through...

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Invitation to Reality ___ 

Embossed, elegant and proper 
With white glove upon silver tray 
(He imagined ) 
the invitation 
Would surely come 
To announce his required presence to attend. 

His fellow wordsmith's and other known...

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An almost stillness came about
as she strode into my door,
like breath itself refused to move,
fearful of touching her mysterious beauty

But her obsidian eyes betrayed her. 

Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
she looked at me, 
and...

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DIE THE DEATH!
(Dona eis requiem sempiternam)

Die the death and transcend vanity
O poor vernal flesh and bone,
Waned out of this primal valley
And sink like the moon beyond the coast.

All expectations, ‘tis the greatest
Reclined at the backdrop...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness, where 
Groups of so-called righteous men
Drop indiscriminate bombs
On fellow humans...

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"His touch is like a poison, withering my rose, 
Burning from the inside, black out to the last of the longest petal tip,
Ashes beneathe his fingertip, gone with the wind...."

Delicate and sweet, fragile to the...

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