Long Rekindle Poems

Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the...

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Fahr an' Ice
by Michael R. Burch

From what I know of death, I'll side with those
who'd like to have a say in how it goes:
just make mine cool, cool rocks (twice drowned in likker),
and real fahr...

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Sonnets XXXIII-XLI

The Folly of Wisdom
by Michael R. Burch

She is wise in the way that children are wise,
looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes
I must bend down to her to understand.
But she only smiles, and...

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A young girl who’s lost & wandering in the darkness cries out

“If there’s a God out there please save me!”

The darkness replied with silence

But she kept listening so intently to the nothingness around her,

Clenching and...

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I write this prose for my dear, fair lady wife
To celebrate her Birthday on November 29th
She’s my partner, my best friend, the love of my life
Without her my life would be as dark as night

From...

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Once a pawn a time within castellated bishopric

We purchased 2020 Hyundai Elantra
at Enterprise Car Rental
1207 West Ridge Pike
Conshohocken, Pennsylvania 19428
April thirteenth two thousand twenty three
witnessed greatest amount of money
I spent at one time.

The following day...

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She stirs first..restless..looking longingly over..senses awakened.
Their feet shuffle slowly under warm covers. The moonlight shines thru the window catching her face. .illuminating it…her tousled hair frames her face.
She looks up, hopefully for his eyes to...

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Catalytic cascade of mirror gleam relish on sleep encrusted eyes,
such sylvan surreal therapy aligned to  dulcet bird lilt,
garnish to the willow weave wayfarer of iridescent poetic inkling,
vernal vivid verse drought a derelict damnation for...

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There are three little words on tiny stones strewn along the floor
of a never-ending stream which runs through a misty moor.
A marvelous moor of uncertainty where mysteriously all are led
to cross a flowing water all...

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For Years !!!

Four years have been on the run, on the wane
and yet, I still feel your beauty, still feel the pain
that came with – an end – the end you made me aware,
of, we,...

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Senator Obama's Audacity of Hope
ends with listing memories,
visual images,
that rekindle his love for this imperfectly united Place

For his Country,
this humane Habitat
for mutual care-giving,
and at least implies this is all he needs,
not yet all he hopes,
for...

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With each morning comes a new genesis 
That today would craft a dissimilar, Then 
The echo of my voice to be perceived too
As it outs the grief that lies within the soul.

For father, disillusionment was...

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Several years of my childhood I spent with my aunt and uncle
who lived in an old rectory in Northern Norway
It was a hard time, much work, little food never time for play or entertainment
My aunt...

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Robert Sherriff 08/07/1954 - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian – Photographer
Robert Sherriff 
In the vibrant tapestry of childhood, I was surrounded by a spectrum of colours and cultures, each...

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III.
diamond sky
climbing up into
the mountain,
collecting the
scattered spoils of 
temptation; seeking 
rest from raising 
the green wood
roots of trees,

these broken kingdoms
will also perish, like 
collections of antique skin
to be buried
in the garden
of wonder
(alongside the urns 
containing...

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I opened Paris' letter and cry


my heart dropped
my fingers trembled
I opened Paris' letter
mama it's been three days ...
then the dam burst, 
not the happy kind
unregretfully
the kind that spells gloom
sobs of tears roll down my face
uncontrollably...

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Reeds and dry mud walls,
Into whose crevices, weaving needles and knives are fixed.
Iron sheets of rust on top,
(The only modern feature!)
With leakages through which we can even visualize the sun,
Through which rain water and even...

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When one makes viable peace 
Between erstwhile colonial whites 
And erstwhile colonized blacks 
To the advantage of the whites
We urge for a Nobel Peace Prize
Such was the case in South Africa. 

‘It is all for...

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Speak!
by Faiz Ahmad Faiz
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Speak, while your lips are still free.
Speak, while your tongue remains yours.
Speak, while you're still standing upright.
Speak, while your spirit has force.

See how, in the bright-sparking forge,...

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Needless to say I never went back.They all thought it was because of their extraordinary skill at
helping me to see that womanizing,wife beating,piece of work would never change.It was however my brothers friend.I remember my...

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November arrives with a golden dawn; her winds sing 
a lilting song as we reflect on our blessings all winter long.
              ...

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One Wish by Kenny Davis

I used to think, “If I had one wish….”
“I would wish to change the past.”
To take charge of many missed opportunities
Allowing the blessing of every moment to last

Instead of the allowing
Of...

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Mood Swings.
That's what you're made of.
Mood swings and lies.
That's the only thing you're good for.

You keep playing your game.
By the end of this quarter you'll lose your fame.

Funny thing is,
You used to be my hero.
Now...

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Our Maureen sits,
At an old kitchen table
She’d say: “I love you,”
If she were able
But she missed her chance,
And took to the bottle
She cried herself sober,
And ran back to her hovel

She ran her hand through her...

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Like riding on waves wavering
not sure where it takes me
searching for a log just to hold on, 
but helpless, and alone in an abyss.

Slumber, how I wish a day's sleep
to keep everything aside, and rest,
in...

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