Long Recitals Poems

State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that doesn't always recognize the artists or their work. 



Come Down
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Poems about Poems IV

The Toast
by Michael R. Burch

For longings warmed by tepid suns
(brief lusts that animated clay),
for passions wilted at the bud
and skies grown desolate and gray,
for stars that fell from tinseled heights
and mountains bleak...

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An eggplant need not taste nor look like egg,
Nor in a hamburger ham need be there,
Where's pine, apple in pineapple, I beg?
Nor yet french-fries in France invented were.
They native are— American pure blood,
Wherein was born...

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No where is where it is – can't be found, so there
No where is where it goes just sits and waits for your despair
Scratching your inner most private thoughts, with words of hunger and sadistic...

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When do we stop believing that we could become anything?

Remember the time in third grade when Mrs. Anderson asked us what we wanted to be when we had grown up?

How Susie said she wanted to...

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Running around with much to do
Not even time to watch the news
My job, dance recitals, ball games and such
My day's are chaos and hectic with much

When I roll from bed and feet hit the floor
Running...

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See this girl in the painting, this skinny girl
working on a puzzle at the bottom of the stairs.
With big rimmed glasses and her plain brown hair,
she’s an ordinary girl, with nothing seeming special.

Now see this...

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On a bitter cold snowy, snowy day
She entered the world her own way
My sweet courageous daughter 'Shelly
Beautiful blue eyes and a Fire in her belly

Bubble gum stuck in her curly blonde hair
With a heart full...

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Wales to me is ...

          places of unpronounceable beauty

                 ...

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Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too;
As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue.

The king was well loved and jolly, with the queen, always by his...

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What Happened To GOD’s Old Fashioned Women?

Women who were careful how they spoke and didn’t use
profanity to get their thoughts across.  Who loved their
husbands and children and their GOD.  

Stay at home mothers...

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An Obscenity Trial
by Michael R. Burch
 
The defendant was a poet held in many iron restraints
against whom several critics cited numerous complaints.
They accused him of trying to reach the "common crowd,"
and they said his poems...

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Dear budding poet, 

Modern poetry is an evolutionary process. A poet never really stops growing and learning. Even the most seasoned of poets can discover and master new forms. I wish you a happy journey...

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My Life is a song sung in a 
series of repetitive inferior notes.
I’m unable to record mellow melodies, 
as my violin strings continually play 
with reckless violet villains. 
As I sit and replay recitals of...

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Sponsor : Justin Bordner 


WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE


Where Love learns no more 
two serpents crawling twine
one midnight black another 
luminous wizardy white 
entangled fanged bedazzled 
circled by ultra violet rays 
ultra red Sun the...

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Born in Madrid, in fifty nine,
A military Kid, 3rd of 7 in the assembly line;
They named me Michael, but I answer to Wedge,
A Master Sergeant’s son—not much here that's cutting edge.

I grew up a runner,...

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May is my happy month, for she is my birth month 
Some people treat themselves with a birthday.
I made the decision to celebrate my birth month
And I do. I buy whatever I want. Packages arrive...

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IN THE JOY OF THIs MORNING
                       ————————————————————————————————
(For Jim, to explain why
my tears can...

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She wakes before the sun,
packs two lunches—one for school,
one for work,
if she remembers to eat.

She brushes her child’s hair
while tying back her own pain.
She looks in the mirror and sees
a woman who stayed too long
for...

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Three sisters have I who make me so glad,
and all of us have the same mom and dad.

But there is another sister I claim.
Our fathers happen to not be the same.

This sister – the youngest...

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St. Milt’s Grand Opening today
Come and celebrate with us
On Martin Luther King Day
Worldwide choirs and gospel music
Singing MLK’s best loved hymns
Mahalia Jackson, Nina Simon 
It’s grand opening, today 
“Poetry Kids” reciting poems
Perfect for honoring the...

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Under The Loom of The Majestical Full Moon In Full Bloom
I Prostate Before Your Ethereal Altar
With Offerings of  Adoration,  Words and Songs Expressed
Throughout the Ages Like a Universal Mantra
In Your Lustrous Fullness I...

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Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
Sorry for not speaking sooner
We've been delayed by the bride
'Cause she's gone out for a ride
You know — who are we without her
A question I just can't answer
So let's drink our disappointment...

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I tend to think stranger in strobe light
Something about this floor isn't right 
I keep seeing my woman waltz away  
With my arch-rival
It's a great depression –
If you must dance, dance for survival

The show...

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