Long Romanticized Poems

These are poems about Ann Rutledge and her romantic relationship with Abraham Lincoln. 

Winter Thoughts of Ann Rutledge
by Michael R. Burch

Winter was not easy,
nor would the spring return.
I knew you by your absence,
as men are...

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"With every fiber of my being, my eyes glimpse at my whole life gone avail and unjust; the sacrifice mother had made before birth was certainly not enough, wish I had gone through the flames...

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This isn't the way we should walk into this
And my SOS signal didn’t seem to bring God into it
Just like shaking people's hands doesn't gift us world peace 
And speaking of shaking hands,
You're in a...

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Heretofore stuffing said scandalous fête
worst day of year turkeys do hate
though vegan lifestyle
sweeping culinary tables of late
though me and the missus
still omnivorous foods sate

palates sprinkled (of course
while mouths full with borscht,
and eyes wide shut)
with garbled...

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Shall I keep apologizing? 

For the silent screaming,
that has somehow, manifested into some..labeled, romanticized , interpreted version of labored anger...
harbored.
You think it's anger? You think it's aggression?
Do you really see me, from thine own given...

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Unorthodox nonestablismentarian epitome

Describes celibate bent aegis.
Mein kampf illustrates gravitas.

Underdog muted lest intimidation
think bully brandishing fist in my face
threatening to buzzfeed me 
a brassy knuckle sandwich.

While breezily reading Judy Bloom,
(whose material geared
toward young adult)
book titled Blubber...

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The facade you subconsciously display--Is making a mockery of your beloved EGO.          
While In your mind your rich...        ...

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Erasure Poem 
So many fake Indians these days
Elizabeth Warren is one
And according to my DNA results
I am too

But my grand-parents spoke Cherokee my mom claims
And they disappeared into the hills 
She claims

Is the DNA test...

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Ever free to traverse my world
Yet shackled to an eleven year old promise
I donned a platinum cloak atop a living mountain
Physically high, emotionally low

I held two pairs of hands
While my heart beat out a painful...

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America was born in protest violence,
but Lady Liberty now has
postpartum memento — 
A colonial, hypocritical condition called:
Revoltee Protestation Amnesia

Wavy umbilical vanished memories,
of destructive actions   ~   Terrible justification deeds
needed to break the...

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Zenith ~
a fatal lie written in forged gold,
but to read the bruised ballads I’ve bled
upon the palette of pixelated peridots
in ominous silence,
must I speak the
romanticized rhymes of funeral roses?
Perhaps then I’ll nestle
in the crest of...

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As the last petal falls
upon trembling twigs,
and the heart withers,
like nocturnal stars
weeping in a casket~
of ice-laced sepals,
soaked in searing silence,
cloaked in thistles of nothingness,
let Cleopatra’s amulets
dress your blurred horizon,
embroidered with
     ...

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two women both named Mary in the spirit of love, courage and care
went to the tomb where Jesus was laid but did not find Him there
it was the fulfillment of the prophecy that Jesus Himself...

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This Aphrodite rose
slowly unfurls
pink ombre balms
of sun-kissed 
springfalls, 
as the luminous 
lake of tears
cascade in 
exotic wreaths 
of honey-soaked
velvety sepals, 
there succulent seeds
of zestful dawns adorned
our silken sheets
across luscious meadows 
sprinkled with 
glistening cosmic dust....

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I live in suburban Pittsburg,
but my heart yearns for western climes,
undoubtedly from watching films
that dressed up and romanticized
the sweep of the tall-grass prairie,
desert cactus and red-baked stone,
endless pines in northern forest,
Earth’s tall, Rocky Mountain bones.
Where...

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Though not really that old, living piece of my face cut away,
Tissue sacrificed hoping that Basil cell cancer is cleared
Never much for the beach scene, a tan has just lost its appeal
And those chemical skin...

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H e a r t ~
a  museum of mosaic mysteries
of handwritten manuscripts
tattooed with crimson needles
from acrylic sunsets,
when dusk cradles
the obsidian chambers of celestial havens,
homing soul-kept secrets
that ricochet with romanticized sins,
as my beloved moon,
you’ve long...

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You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings,...

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You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings,...

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Blue ~ is the door of uncertainty,
carved with letters of lime green,
    with antique amulets
hung on sterling strings,
like teardrop dreamcatchers,
framing the anatomy
          ...

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Don’t ever wanna wake up from my
Tangled tender headed, over played day dreams.

Oh my, why did we have to fight?
While all the little ignorant boys n girls,
Wanna enjoy each others loving sea of grief?

I know...

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The band was loud, but in the other room and the bar was jammed.
He set his drink down a little too hard and it over-sloshed a bit.

“Run away with me,” he said, spreading his arms...

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I wonder
How far we’ll go
So desperate for heroes who are first
Criminal enterprises
Romanticized as rebels
Lies wrapped in a maybe-he-could-make-it-all-better?
From what?
To what?

We do not consider

Perhaps for lungs
A bowl of water
A slice of sun shone through a winter...

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as the wind whistles
    warm wishes
echoing the 
           sea-salt silence
       flowing beneath
    ...

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Our internet freedoms
Say quotes?
Say Facebook pokes?
Say avatar Say hashtag,
My computer handbag?
Or smishing, dishing or instant phishing?

Our musical freedoms
Say princess of pop?
Say queen of hip hop?
The king of orgasmic rock
Who got writer’s block?
Or the Fab four,...

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