Long September Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec...

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Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly 
leaving me dumbstruck,
how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; 
ofttimes imagined as time thief.

Hence following vignette: quiet as a mouse lurks the time thief...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (II)

A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied onto hundreds to thousands of web pages. That’s a lot...

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- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen pulse

Sleep like a little baby

One gracious moon

After the night the...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm...

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Auschwitz Rose
by Michael R. Burch
											
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon’s, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I still love her and extend this sacred...

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Date:  August 2041

Members of the Damian fraternity 
Were relaxing in the backyard. The
Soon to be 4 year olds conducted 
Themselves in their sandbox.
The older children picniced on
The grass. Amadeus DJ Damali 
And Desharah sat...

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~  No  Matter  What  ~
 (  Daveda's  Cascade  )



~O~



So happy my soul you did save 
To sin I don't have to be slave 
My heart in God I...

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Poems about Children V

Pan
by Michael R. Burch

Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves

Once there were paths that led to coracles
that clung to piers like loosening barnacles

where we cannot return,...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...

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~ There's  Still  Love ~
 ( Quatern  )



~O~


There's still Love. Just open heart  wide.
Have Faith! See the Light! Don't be blind.
Just climb each mountain. Dream! Believe.
Seek God each day, with Him,...

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~  Love Faith Peace And Hope  ~
 (  Retourne  )



~O~


Jesus our Savior and that's so. 
Study God's Word and you will grow. 
Always keep Love, Faith, Peace, and Hope. 
He'll come...

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Myth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.

And she is the myth of the scythed wheat
hewn and sighing, complete,
waiting, lain in a low...

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After numerous threats on our lives after 
a domestic violence with my abuser after 
I returned from Tampa murder 
trial I was finally healing several therapist home 
visits my children and I were ready for...

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~ In  God  I   Trust ~
 ( The Ricalai ) 



I see better in God's Light 
He helps me walk into the night 
Believe in God, trust in Him, always must...

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It was 1986 I was setting in after giving 
birth to my first son after wearing wires 
pregnant for the FBI buying large amounts 
of weapons ammunition boxes the dealer
loaded hand grenades silencers scopes gun...

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The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence
while here men, beasts, wagons...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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~  The Secret To Success: God And Love  ~
 (  Sonnet  )


~O~ 


You can't really succeed without Love 
Love or its lack, will make you weak or strong 
Love is the...

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~ The  Mark Of  The  Beast  ~
 ( Free  Verse )



~O~



The Antichrist, is coming 
People on Earth, be prepared, 
Do not take the mark, 
The mark of the beast.

~o~ 

Do...

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~His Love Is Divine~
 ( The Bell )


 Lord
 Can really save
 His  Love is divine
 With Lord nothing to fear
 Life can be so hard
 But with him soul safe
 With Lord we...

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~ Easy  Or  Hard ~
 ( Quatern  )



~O~


We can't have everything we want 
Some folks around with almost all 
While some folks don't even get some 
But that's life, better accept it....

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Merov’s Ghost (1) and Other Shots Across My Bow!

In mid-November of Fourteen, I published my first web verse here, (2)
the earliest spanned sixty years, composed for Senior English class
one night in Nineteen Sixty-One. Assigned just...

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