Long Rehearse Poems

~~**This poem is super long, but it took me hours to write. I hope you all enjoy reading this as I have enjoyed writing it wholeheartedly.**~~

Awful anger expressed in verses
Didn’t give me blessings, but curses
I’m...

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Limericks
by Michael R. Burch



Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of his prowess, but lied.
To his new wife he sighed,
"When again, gentle bride?"
"Nevermore!" bright-eyed Raven replied.



The Platypus
by Michael R. Burch

The platypus,...

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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
by...

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Poems about Poems VI

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood?
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The...

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Epigrams

Autumn Conundrum
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that every leaf must finally fall,
it’s just that we can never catch them all.

Piercing the Shell
by Michael R. Burch

If we strip away all the accouterments of war,
perhaps we'll discover...

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Limericks III - Grab Bag

Being a peace activist, I once wrote a limerick in an attempt to stop needless wars:

Of Tetley’s and V-2's
(or "Why Not to Bomb the Brits")
by Michael R. Burch

The English are very...

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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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Let Me Give Her Diamonds
by Michael R. Burch

Let me give her diamonds
for my heart's
sharp edges.

Let me give her roses
for my soul's
thorn.

Let me give her solace
for my words
of treason.

Let the flowering of love
outlast a winter
season.

Let me...

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The Field
by Rumi 
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Far beyond sermons of right and wrong there's a sunlit field. 
I'll meet you there. 
When the soul lazes in such lush grass 
the world is too...

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Birdsong
by Rumi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Birdsong relieves
my deepest griefs:
now I'm just as ecstatic as they,
but with nothing to say!
Please universe,
rehearse
your poetry
through me!



I choose to love you in silence
by Rumi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I...

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  I feel so damn trapped in rage 
Like a rainbow lion in a cage 
I feel so much pain in my brain
And it's driving me quite insane

Numb my solace shame
Get me feeling more...

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Dear fellow poets – the young and the young once,

Modern poetry to me is “today’s poetry.” It presents poetry from the hearts of current writers using their own unique styles, which are influenced and inspired...

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Sometimes, I feel like I have PTSD
Depression damages me in distress
I’m somewhat mad and sad and yet glad, but it’s not rad…
It feels bad…it’s the best thing I’ve always had…my dad…
Seems to go through so...

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I have a story that needs be told
A story I never knew if words can transcript
For it belongs when in dreams I enroll
Visions before or an afterlife if I shall seek

If it all shall begin…...

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You gave me peace once in a while…
All your silly sayings got out of style…
Getting a little more weary, living in a nightmare
After being awfully teary as it may appear, my dear
It’s due to the...

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Behind the theatre's foyer,                               ...

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Highly prized hopes lift up the hopeless, the needy, and the helpless again and again
When will the weight of fire on my bleeding heart be extinguished?
I wish that’d happen someday…I pray that joy will prey...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three

For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never
Not until your soul rests...

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Empathy Ink Not Blood / Trolls on the Run

           An Army of pens descended, the battle lines were Drawn
      ...

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The sounds of shades
Degrading negativity 
Destined to be compatible with a clever bard-artist someday...downright anxious depression fades
Upgrading positivity 
Together, we will rise 
In harmony, in perfect weather, in unison in everyone's eyes
Guys and girls will...

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If I could drink my life away,
I would...
If I could smoke my life away,
I should...
I shouldn’t think this way
No, not today...

There’s no point in living this lie, this lie
Or lying in front of your face...

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Heart, tempestuous and wild
Delights in the dance of contrast
Although knowing it will not last
Frolics about like a playful child

Mother and Father join the play
Name of the game is separation 
Hide and seek, before their union
Foiled...

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It was a short walk I intended to take
To while away time that I did not have
For I had lots on my mind and hands 
So off I went anyway and I was glad of...

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I love Spectacled
I love Spectacled
And Merry Christmas
And Merry Christmas
December is the month
You have eyes Nagina
one for the sake of your appearance
Winter is the heart of discomfort everyday Titurta
That's why you see Para- Begahe
Inexplicably the right...

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I want this poem to show how easy it is to die and the many ways you can die. AND how hard it is for some of us to live. By accident / on purpose…...

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