Long Sepulcher Poems

Time is like a shadow bright
 It fades and never can requite
 A lip, a shade, a palest kiss 
The sorrow that my heart did wish
 Clasped upon the rose and chain
 When fate cannot...

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They said that over the years I've killed ten people, and 
they said that with conviction as if it was a fact
I think in secrecy and with a conviction that it was more than that.

They...

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The Hypocrite


The Doubter hides behind religious guise,
Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies.
His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile,
Espousing, “Darkness must be exposed by light”, all the while.
Release the...

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SPIDER

Eight furry legs
Approaching black blob
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech


COCKROACH

Periplaneta americana 
Out of planet, preys on women's tuxedo
Blob of fat, smell, monster


JULIA'S HAIR

Chameleon
Gunslinger, sniper
Death,myriologue


O SPACE

A junkyard
Sepulcher of machines
Requiem

CROW

Squawk 
Squawk
Gasconade 


LIZARD

A baby lizard
Drops on my hand
Check in


TELEPHONE BILL

Krinngggggggggggggg
Krinngggggggggggggg
Pay your bill today...

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In my sanctuary’s hush, Poe’s tales I clasp,
Into his world, I plunge, a breath, a rasp.
Beneath the creaking floorboards, a heart's pulse
In my mind, it throbs and gasps;
Suddenly, I'm the culprit, in horror's vice, my...

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I’m the unknown gardener my name is mentioned in the bible, but no one need honor me. Just a pauper, I was in the garden that day, but my only contribution to grace works was...

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(In the light of humanity- Oh,
I’m out of breath, I feel suffocated
I cannot breathe, though no Cov-19 infects me
Yes, truly I cannot breathe now

On this earth, I feel ashamed of myself,
On this earth I fie...

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“I’m the unknown gardener my name is mentioned in the bible, but no one need honor me. 
Just a pauper, I was in the garden that day, but my only contribution to grace works was...

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These are my modern English translations of sonnets by the French poet Stephane Mallarme.

The Tomb of Edgar Poe
by Stéphane Mallarmé
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Transformed into himself by Death, at last,
the Bard unsheathed his Art’s...

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The flood waters had drawn back
Land made its debut
The past gone and over
With nothing but hope in view

Hard work and labor ahead
Building and creating...what
Grown minds can't forget experience
No matter how one sought

...to begin again

After a...

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The taste of bile treads my thoughts,
Unwillingly my feet must now follow,
Source of inspiration guide,
Restore the signal fires now long lost,
Set beyond the temporal,
A path impassable by mortals,
The stairs of separation, 
I must recount lest...

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In old Jerusalem near cross and sepulcher
Transgressors and confessors searching for a cure
Weary Pilgrims assembled in this place ornate
Guilty, broken, sad, sickened, from life’s heavy weight

Here we remember how our sin once did molest
How selfish...

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As little child walked in the field of flowers,
  Picking and smelling them as she grows,
  The pervading air fragrance of Guava
  The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
  The...

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of things d\found the scope
peace has existed with hope
even if a dope


did a bin blooper
had become a storm trooper
real super duper

together did click
with such a good looking chick
who of crop was pick

while wearing muzzle
put together...

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Someone once told me
No one on this earth is perfect
And I believe it
But loyalty can be perfect
You never played 
Loyalty
You can say unconquered
Real love is immortal
Its eternal
No matter where we could be
Houston, Atlanta, L. A,...

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Death orifice my Libidinous command,
I contras life's ecumenical demand!
Now reach down in this thistle grim,
Desolate me with the edged limb.
Grant this voyeur that glimpse of dead,
A comatose where life and I unwed...
As minutes kiss my...

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I am ...

I am the black shine of a dead stare
      I am the reticent pallor of the moon's caste
         and the...

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For those that read this.all goes to my Grandfather,whom wrote most.   
     The reson I get to write is because he knew what I Didn't.......R.I.P.With Love,Doc
   ...

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To the gravedigger, dear sir
let the ivy grow and the rain fall in the stele
As a flower fall from Eden, I hear the angels sing
While I slightly twist and turn in the God’s acre, so...

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The Revenant pt. 3 - The Midnight Hour

             ~{Renatus}~

Toll of the bell at Midnight Hour,
High above, —the full moon still
Below, a sepulcher in...

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He owned no fabled treasures
Nor the kingdom of a king, 
No horses or elephants
Nor a catapult or a sling.

He said he owned the blue skies
Birds, animals & the trees, 
Heavens had legated them
With its rivers...

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In my revelation 
The harp of the goddess of lyrics Persists in playing 
I sing.... 
In the beginning was my beloved and the spirit of God was moving 
Upon the face of waters.... 
My beloved...

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"I did not but see her passing by, and yet I will love her until I die."
                  ...

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How long will this dreary night go on
Seems years since the dawn of morn
Why does anxiety keep me awake
What is this burden I cannot shake

Heartbeats too fast within my breast
Too quickly to grant needed rest
There's...

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Sinister scene of a dark September sight;
Hell's horrific harridan, heralding the night.
Tangled and twisted, like taut, twirled twine;
Set upon Satan's wicked, shameful, sordid shrine.

Interred in a musty cellar deep in the earth;
A questionable life, without...

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