Long Scorns Poems

Mine own son
God, did bless me
sunshine that's mind
mine own heart's petals bloom 
joy i did shed while i did see thee
in mine arms wast w'rthwhile

lullabies sung as thee didst lie in thy crib 
meaningful mem'ries...

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Treading Down the Journey of Life

                            I have...

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Last night,
when laid i my head to rest,
dreamt i a dream
dreadful;
I wept,though i was a deep in sleep,
I saw a baobab tree with three branches,
on it lays the colony of three birds of the 
air,
of...

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I Will Always Love

Darkness greets this unwelcome day, 
Dreams of happiness fade away, 
They're gone before the sun's first ray; 
Tears are all I'm capable of.....
Yet, I will always love

At times, lacking the will to...

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A battle rages within,
Silent thoughts behind a hidden veil,
an ice prince some say,
lacking emotions, a player some term
he is an enigma the world doesn't understand
awkward,anti-social, a fly in the wall,
one who is rarely missed,
a friend...

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Sleep O’Sleep we all must be,
Tucked ourselves between pillows comfy,
While Rough men fought and sacrificed bled,
That’s what the Great Winston Churchill said,

All is talk and talk with words,
None does deeds, all flightless birds,
For those who...

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A dream broken open left to decay away
Another undoing left to go through the skewing and the scathing
Called raving mad, angry, and sad

As above so below
We are what we know
I won't go away so easily...

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Porkpie Jones has brittle bones, and crusted corn-filled toes,

And sleety eyes and bulgy thighs, and brillo pad elbows,

His underarms are typical farms, and reek a barnyard smell,

Its quite the place for creepy, crawly, parasites ...

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For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes...

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Epigrams V

Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars
applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry?
—Michael R. Burch



Teach me to love:
to fly beyond sterile Mars
to percolating Venus. 
—Michael R. Burch



Byron
was not a shy one,
as peacocks run.
—Michael R. Burch

When I...

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What should she do, 
The girl who wants to cry,
But refuses to let tears fall. 
What should she do, 
The girl who wants to scream,
Yet refuses to show pain.
She has her friends, her family,
And at...

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"As a child I maintained a stoic attitude.
I exhibited patience, restraint, resignation, forbearance, and lack of complaint.
The ideal child you might say. As I grew, I realized the error of my ways." 
  ...

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Crucibles of tattered thorns intrests silenece of feverish scorns. Watered down rivers of loosely washed words woven which wander for weakening tranquility. Cascading into the pantheon of precipitating poet promises never finding grounds of solidity....

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Inside worn and weathered walls,
Nobles and commoners
Gather and share 
In the field of rosiness.
Together, they are
Composed, well organized.
Each one partaking in blind optimism.
Knowing truly, that
The odds prevail.

Uneasy
My eyes penetrate
The bleached and waxen folds
Of my buttoned-up,...

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What's man that heaven turned to hell
in Eden's garden? It's a tale,
as old as time before the flood,
before Cain spilled Abel's blood.

Subtler than murder, the neighbor 
grows rich against the miserably poor;
with might, the sword...

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He scorns all these young potheads and their habits.
He vows he’d never do a thing like that.
He pours himself a glass of amber liquid,
Locates his keys and dons his tattered hat.

He drives down the street...

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Tanka/ Haiku

Dionysian’s
Drunken Roman Bacchante (1)  footnotes 
God of the Maenads'  (2)
Female appreciation
Tainted murderous servants

Maniacal twist
Hold each- a sensuous kiss
Trained not by hubris
Phalli held in revere
His spirit flows through rapture

Beloved Bacchus
Honors Ancient Helena
Amathia(3) scorns-...

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“The actual guise of her has become apparent” ~~ The Poet

Engaged in rapturous slander.
Forced by reputation to meander.
Through the annals of time,
Deemed worse than a witch sublime
Indicted as a demon in old folk lore 
Seducing...

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Those who write are a special band,
a close knit community, who most times stick together

However, though we are banded by either,
a special gift, or chosen profession
we kind of all ride the stormy weather,

Reading works from...

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In this world full of lies and illusions,
There's a power that constantly changes its face.
It never shows itself in the light of day,
But hides in the shadows of a corrupt system.
It chooses its puppets from...

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I spent 4 hours writing this on Saturday and guess what?? It's too large for the submission page! So the poem is below and the picture is what it is supposed to look like. Sorry,...

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yes i
I have been on a walk 
a long walk 
this walk worked out 
a lot passion
with in my heart 
so I bleed with 
scorns of messages
called poetry so
yes I 
yes I 
yes I 
keep...

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RECIPE:  "Poulet Roti"  French Style - Instalment One
                         I
If...

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Even if they try to pluck it,
the flower submits itself onto their hands.
If it happens to prick their heels,
the thorn scorns itself all its life.

The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft
to be...

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I craft poems by evening time since I can't slumber.
I'm dreary of the one with a springtime splendor.
I'm lacking in rest, shrewdness, and moral dignity.
I've lost my aware vicinity and spotless anger.

We are not blinded...

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