Long Rebelling Poems

LOVE POEMS III by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, relationships, devotion and marriage. 


Violets
by Michael R. Burch

Once, only once,
when the wind flicked your skirt
to...

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Erin, for a girl who embodies Ireland
by Michael R. Burch

All that’s left of Ireland is her hair—
bright carrot—and her milkmaid-pallid skin,
her brilliant air of cavalier despair,
her train of children—some conceived in sin,
the others to avoid...

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I am playing with my dollies
And my princess pram all pink
I'm nearly 5
A big girl now
No more nappies
Or plastic pants
I think

I outgrew the potty
When I was only three
My mum says it's because I am brave
Now...

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I remember…

Being 3 and crying, screaming
Because my mommy was leaving
For a day at work, … dreaded hours
As loneliness for her fell like black
Rain drenching me in awful rejection

I remember…

Being 6 and climbing out of bed
At...

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Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces...

Fore score minus xv orbitz ago
from being centenarian
strong contractions forced me
to pass thru cervix,
buck naked bare lady,
I ranked as only grandson sharing
same surname as Aaron,
(mine paternal grandfather)
me the...

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We must preform our "Duty" as "Poets" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!Why Does "JUSTICE" HAVE A "BLIND FOLD OVER HER EYES"?.........Here is the reason?Justice has a blind fold over his or her eyes,because sometimes "JUSTICE"intentionally becomes"BLIND"because of "LOVE"!!!!!! You...

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I never could live without leaving something behind—
a trail of words, a bottle of bourbon,
and now these reflections,
because we can’t escape the truth forever.

The world smells like a battlefield,
and though I was never afraid to...

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My educational system
has a diseducating problem.

How to engage young minds,
like young ideas,
easily distracted,
and potentially miseducated,
by vicarious
and often trivial entertainments.

Superficial disengagements
too much the reverse
of social capital investment
in re-educating research
fully engaged in cooperative design

Therapeutic redevelopment plans
by and...

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The shades are drawn, and the paint is peeling on the façade, the door is cracked open as though the person inside is ready to run
He lies there positioning himself into a relaxed state, wondering...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps...

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The world is like a sea
The countries are mobile ships
When a great plague washes over
Not from scruby, but from corona.

The colonial ships take extreme measures
To keep their colonies safe and secure
By staying indoors to keep...

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III.
Lost in a daze, but her fingers still shaking,
Liesel turned the great brass knob on the door.
She felt herself tense, was ready to shriek,
Expecting to see some Satanic horror.

Instead she found herself looking into
A cozy...

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Wasn't I more than a little bit surprised, when Jesus Christ very softly and gently
whispered these simple humble words to me,"And, Roxanne, there is a church
that I have established in your house whether you know...

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Things have really progressed since my childhood,
Some changes are tremendous, some just no good.
When we baby boomers were young TV has just begun,
It came after the Great World War, our parents young then.

In the early...

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Never stood still on battling ground,
watch the vicious and villainous carnage,
and not fight with true courage...
to increase the sword clanking sound.


Never been humiliated by slandering words not timely, 
my silence banished them as they picked...

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My head spinning  
My mind twisted,
Im caught up in a propeller 
While my body is being catapulted,
My life's a spin, so its your turn
Jumping jacks and back packs
My life a journey and my past...

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I finally old enough to know how my brother’s feel
Not totally true, but some what a point of view
I sat down with one of them longtime ago
Not long ago, a few years back to talk...

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Who cares about table manners? Why do you have to have any?
I think being mannerless makes you a better person than many.
Why can’t you hold your fork in the other hand?
And bang your spoon on...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Watts Is Burning
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014

Watts is burning, and the powers that be,
show no interest in putting out the flames -

Six fiery days of hell erupts, set ablaze by 
a racial city government...

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Insurrection
by Michael R. Burch

She has become as the night—listening
for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with its soft chastening.

She has become as the lights—flickering
in the distance—till...

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Into the buoyant blue of a summer sky
I throw my fortune and my hopes.
With wings and wonder I survey
the world above and need some time
up there before descending back to earth.

Advancing throttle up I climb,...

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Season of death plays her melancholic tune,
tragedy portrayed through a chorus of birds.
In regret, I ponder why you left so soon,
still mourning the impact of your last words.

Demons hid some pieces of your jigsaw brain,
lost...

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Growing my hair down below my knees...

stimulated courtesy follicles,
where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed,
Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils
allowed, enabled,
and provided head start
germinating peach fuzz into brown strands
after Flaxseeds, Pumpkin seeds and Fenugreek
being sprinkled on my scalp
yielded...

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GOD’S DEADLINE

I do not understand how God can draw a line
And say once one has crossed it, there is no other time
To come to Him for mercy and know that sins are gone,
And yet I...

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THE HAUNTING
 
Entombed behind isolation's walled prison, a haunting 
Malice has so trapped me within, evils chamber of the forsaken.
It crouches beneath shadows shroud, its leering eyes pierce,
Through the darkness’s pitch black covenant of the...

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