Long Redolence Poems

Sonnets XLII-LI

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

Moonbeams on water?
the reflected light
of a halcyon star
now drowning in night...
So your memories are.

Footprints on beaches
now flooding with water;
the small, broken ribcage
of some primitive slaughter...
So near, yet so far.



A Surfeit of...

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MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide...

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LOVE POEMS IV by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, romance, relationships and marriage. 



She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
by...

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The moral mortgage of mice and men 

Yours truly quite astute,
especially regarding cute
little field mice, also known 
as meadow voles,
which imprecation one doth emote,
when aforementioned animal burrows inside
leaving pellet size poop in their wake
suddenly presenting...

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APRIL TO THRILL ME

                My Birth-Month April appears in mirth.
          ...

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AUTUMNAL

            Clean clear cerulean sky calls Autumn after rainy season.
              Curtains...

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SMELLING

                 Specific smell recall reminiscences.
              ...

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When tangerine tinted tunes 
within 
  sunset serenades~
 unravel saffron symphonies,
  engrossed in 
  hibiscus hymns of hallelujah~
I swirl to radiant rays of 
  sakura stardust,
where mystical monologues 
of silent angels~
caress...

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O singing
strings of my violin heart
  let the vibrant breeze
      of mellifluous air
        embrace your deep rosewood skies 
   ...

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after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath

(1)

A sheet of glass, this expanse of water.
How its tranquillity mocks my unrest.

Bloated beachballs and balloons
travel the park and float from diminutive hands.

Bodiless voices call in the sun
and bounce off these...

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Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother-
Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color.

The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby.
A farmer...

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Bundled in a horse-drawn sleigh  
warm and snug on Thanksgiving Day
the children restless, we went on our way
as the shedding forest began to sway
and the gusts of wind set astray
the vestiges of autumn's display
that...

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SEASONAL  LOOKS  IN  MUSE


                        Curtains of heavy rain ...

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Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray,...

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When the sky is a 
   sequestered sanctuary,
and the clouds croon 
for sinking star-beams,
listen to the euphoric hymns of silence,
for seething storms throned 
beneath rainbow castles
shall never obscure the 
crystalline colors of compassion,
amidst...

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To My Dear...
I hope everything is fine at your end
Time is running and my heart is grieving
As I count the remaining days...
Just couple of months left.
I lost you somewhere, I don't know where
Though it was...

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when the sky breathes poetry
through sepia-streaked silence,
and the earth reclines, listening
to the music of weeping wisterias~
blowing in the pulse of bleeding paradise,
I swallow sizzling stars
within cloaked scars,
comfortably blanketed
in self-woven wounds.
while you, the prisoner of my...

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The Awakening

Silence—nothing, blackness then suddenly there is a rush of a shrill sound that invades my dreamscape. It fills my ears and stirs the snowy maelstroms that, for many months now, has been a flurry...

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Oh petals of the night,
your fragrance seeps through the clouds of love
and soak the heart with the aroma from above

Oh Petal of the night your balminess
Spread its perfume in the atmosphere
And filter the remnant ...

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SCENTS     I       LOVE
    
       Jasmine! Jasmine! Jasmine!
         ...

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L i f e
a prison of pretense
and I still dream of
walking through tempests of chaos
barefoot,
allowing stones and pebbles
to tattoo my languid skin with love in lilac,
as ashes of yesterday
erase the thunder marks
that struck my spine
in...

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My first drop will come in a sudden knocking on your window pane
for I  feel you in my heart  crying and calling out his name
with misty eyes 
if you’ll glance at me once...

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He fell to earth like a meteor
wielding his fiery sword 
but unlike seraphim
he was not here to cleanse the wicked
Soulless & motherless 
he would unleash 
his wrath upon the world
A wall of flame spread out...

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My eyes cry for
fuschia glimmer on 
indigo waves again,
but all I see are 
haunting hues
of black sequin
glittered epitaphs;
reflections of hollow 
clouds enveloping cold air;
building tension 
within my heavy heart. 

I am surfing alone, 
watching the...

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