Long Seemly Poems

Poems about Poems (II)

Kin
by Michael R. Burch

for Richard Moore

1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss?
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any atmosphere,
but closest here...

2.
You seek an air
so clear,
so rarified
the effort leaves...

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State of the Art (II)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer 
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline...

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Niitthaar Perumai, The Fundamental Role of the Ascetic: Canto 3, K29 and K30 of the Thirukkural by Thiruvalluvar
(In these kurals, I give both the "unrefined" versions using connective particles and modified post-positions (in Tamil: according...

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What would this fat lazy house cat ask for Christmas you might ask?
No squeaking cat toys oh no, forget those cat nipped laced
Mice’s too, for it’s a Garfield Christmas my friend and only natures
Perfect creation...

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ANTICHRISTIC BOUND:

So many questions spilled, 
Because of how this place feels.
Seemly blame who for such beal,
And what's the rationale for thus built?
It's spiritually a proposed deal,
So not assumed to cause strong thrills.
But is it right,...

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After nearly three million years had passed , 
The Journey to the place, pre ordained and between two great stars was reached by the ancients.
Their Dormant Ark at rest for so long was now awoken...

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FREE VERSE VI

Reason Without Rhyme
by Michael R. Burch

I used to be averse
to free verse,
but now I admit
YOUR rhyming is WORSE!

But alas, in the end,
it’s all the same:
all verse is unpaid
and a crying shame.



What the Poet...

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I adored being out on the immense, rushing sea, and I had myriad dreams,
Like slumbering, yellow days of summer, with its vibrant, gorgeous themes.

My dream was for a great sea adventure, when the blush was...

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It's Friday! And it’s “Girls’ Night Out"! His favorite dinner and wine we shared!
We give each other a little bit space, at least, once every other week
Any given night, always a special treat, we may...

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Hear the whispering voices of our tribal ancestors,
Echoing against the rough rock skin of Chacoan Canyon,
Telling the outsider white devils, that this is sacred ground,
Do not dare to tread here, for your own salvation's sake,
Lies...

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Yearning- the bosom gemstone’s ever-grasp                              ...

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Un-----earthed 
my----self 
de--ci--sive--ly
Near-ly bust-ed
Lay-ing on rocks...
Weakened spiritually; Rejuvenation before long—
Tucked in that rock-bottom chasm, 
nevertheless kept dreaming—
Woking up— 
Surprisingly distant             from myself;
Although, woken...

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Just looking out my Window across the green fields and enjoying the wonderful scent seemly alive in the spring atmosphere the kiss of the breeze so complete.. To see with eyes me to you and...

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Poems about Poets V



Edna St. Vincent Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch

After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act...

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Into our peace they plunge unexpected
Arresting our innocence battered black and blue
Inspirations flying through our mental track like punches
Our clustered brain box an oilrig outburst
Beyond and into the future have we projected
The road seems to...

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Shadows

24/08/2016
11:12

In unexperienced infancy
Mistakes seemly false, intending true
Adult features with grown up looks
To show many secrets which afterwards you come to know
And make fool in all sort of ways
You are a shadow of yourself

Many years on,...

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Soul passion is not a simple task. 
This is grasped as a soulful bask,
To reserve one's sound mind and soul,
To your loved ones, but not a hack. 

They set down those blessed vows as rule,
In...

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(The Japanese geisha Madam Butterfly
had a brief romance with an American 
naval officer, whom she regards as her 
husband, and whom she expects will 
return to her.  She is tragically mistaken.)

Oh, are you crying,...

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What is man supposed to do?
when confronted with forbidden fruit,
utterly sensual exotic juice
that has my best friend calling wonderful.
Now, I’m not the one to jeopardize friendships
withstood the time of sacred youth,
but, I can’t help but...

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Often wondering is it a steak upon Our Plates that is important...
Perhaps a Hot-dog instead and more Money for a healing deportment.
To feed a Child that is suffering or very ill and extremely sick.
We ask...

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I was not born into sin,
Neither as a babe in arms was I wicked.
There is no place reserved in a Hell for me as a non believer or in the religious corral you force our...

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Memories

You’re a constant reminder of the time that got away,
When seemly not enough hours were available in the day.
I remember all the firsts, and how time seemed to fly,
And now that their gone brings a...

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The Flowers of Spring

Winter's icy grip may cling overly long some years
But the seemly reluctant warmth eventually breaks through
The frozen soil is released once more to bear its' fruit
And in a few turns of the...

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Do You ever just get tired of Being You?
Up there on The Highest of pedestals as You rule...
Is It You feeling selfish or alone as an unhinged fool?
I care of Your most inner thoughts and...

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Going to the ballpark with someone you met...
               Or just planning to watch on TV?

      ...

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