Long Second sight Poems

The First Valentine Poem

Charles d’Orleans (1394-1465) has been credited with writing the first Valentine poem for his wife in 1415. Charles wrote the first Valentine poem in the first year of his captivity while being...

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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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Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.

There...

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R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at last
before His throne my past
is put to test
and the demons...

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Sonnets XVII-XXIV

Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch

The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
of long-forgotten...

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Poems about Things that Break I
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter: a bubble, glass, a mirror, a twig or tree limb, a thunderstorm, cities and towers in times of war, old...

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Poems about Things that Break III
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter: a bubble, glass, a mirror, a twig or tree limb, a thunderstorm, cities and towers in times of war, old...

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Completing the Pattern
by Michael R. Burch

Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here?among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes,...

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LOVE POEMS II

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the...

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Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in...

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Black hole soul


Head shrinking time, got to face up to my fears.
Still writing dark rhymes, like I have been for years.
Past my best yesterday, and I’m not even looking back.
Spent years in black holes; love...

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"Evolution
takes its sweet time
in its work
on our collective consciousness;
the lasting leap from fear to love
in the human mind
will be its masterpiece."
     Walking to Listen, p. 139
     Andrew...

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Donald J. Trump Did Good when he said"Give "American Citizens"$2000 Thousand Dollars!We who are "American Citizens" are "Red,Yellow,Brown,Black,and White!!! We are "American Citizens" and that gives us "Equal Rights"!!!! Black,Red,Yellow,Brown,and White! As Americans we realize...

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It was no cosmic coincidence that a persnickety intergalactic wise guy named Hub
with an arrogant swagger morphed into the center of a crowded  fast-moving Harlem jazz club 
on February 11th, 1933 at dusk, preplanned...

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Sophia's ABC Masquerade Ball

A masquerade ball of wisdom’s wisdom in a wink and a smile
Blessings in disguise –uncovered - not hidden in plain sight
Costume ball for aha moments comfortable in their own skin
Dancing discernments so...

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Second sight in some infants, short tenure belies
Unbiased newness unpicks societal manufacture
To passers by, lurking spiritual assets recognisable
Pervading expression classifies their clairvoyance

Such was toddling dandelion darling, Aubergine 
Unphased, observant, chillingly serene in nature
Cherubic smirk absorbed...

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Magic Beans come in all sorts of colours and favors,
Some are sour,
 some are sweet,
 some are the ones you do not eat,
In my bag of magic beans,

Drip your hand in,
see what color you discover,

The...

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I can bring you a holy war. 
Of souls and sour things…
I feel your slings and arrows of poison sight!
I dealt with your Hypocrisy your lies, your bitter night.

I simmer in your black bile of...

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Bedeviled by those pleading eyes
deep as the secrets they chasm
captive as the questions one must surmise 
and I, for your deliverance the ransom 

"never leave me, my love, my friend"
spoken feebly as a prayer of...

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Upon the rustic walls,
Laid a shadow, shadow too dry.
In the trees beyond, laid the carnelian of fall;
And I stroll away, into the vestige foliage ply.

In my little cabin,
many boring days had flown by,
but it was...

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The gray bearded wizard in its night blue cloak,
two ravens and a wolf are his recognition flock.
He has the ability to shape shift from the dead,
into animals speaking the language of same is said.
In midwinter...

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Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, 24th September 2016  
I wish you well...

I’m here, again…
Come riding in, upon the western wave
My hair all wove with golden leaves, my breast
As pale as moonlight on a hidden...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent n deep, all seep
Drowning out in the harsh light

Trying to...

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In my far away Elysium
I walked the fields of fire
In the company of heroes
singing songs of dark desire,
The shining green of laurel
in a halo round my head
A sense of immortality
in dancing with the dead.


I bowed...

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In the realm of hidden things; 
contemplated revelations ring.
To bring the light; a hearts delight
and clear away, the darkest night.

Whispers from our unseen friends, 
where wisdom's growing, till life ends.  
The soul, it is...

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