Long Sequined Poems

SELF REFLECTIONS

These are poems about mirrors, images, self-image, reflections, impressions and self-reflection. 

Self Reflection
by Michael R. Burch 

for anyone struggling with self-image

She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm ...
but she's grossly...

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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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Poems about Things that Break II
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter.
 
 
 
Water and Gold
by Michael R. Burch
 
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert
when every flower...

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As the sun shone in southern skies, I was finally on my vacation,
And I turned the pages of a magazine, with new fashion creations.

I lounged beside the resort pool, in a straw hat and sunglasses,
Sipping...

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I want to be someone’s first choice not their second runner up prize, I want to be the trophy that they’re after the one they can’t look away from with their eyes
I want to stand...

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(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates Judy Garland, center stage. She wears a faded housecoat, her eyes holding a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly to the audience, her voice a smoky whisper)

Judy: 
They christened...

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I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.

Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
    from smooth syllables~ 
tackling chaotic currents 
with chamomile magic...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of unborn flowers, 
wishes for a 
meditative 
musing amidst 
this mocha...

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At this dawn of "bon voyage", 
after million escapades of 
blindfolded fate, I'm trespassing
through the pirouetting pigments 
of fading frolics and 
windsurfing towards rose-oiled 
beams of glossy sun as its 
gossamer grandiose has 
finally enveloped...

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A beautiful Wintu girl reached puberty. Her sisters were sent to find 
maple bark to make her an apron. 

It so happened that Turtle, the mischievous son of the mighty ‘Sky 
Turtle’ stopped at the...

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    When lotus  d u s k s
         are sequined with a gown
   of glittery s t a r s ,...

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You stepped into my life when I was wondering what love is.
For I knew only one aspect of the feeling, the emotion--
That connected me to me, my body, soul and spirit.

I didn’t venture, for fear...

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Resemblance
by Michael R. Burch

Take this geode with its rough exterior—
crude-skinned, brilliant-hearted ...
a diode of amethyst—wild, electric;
its sequined cavity—parted, revealing.
Find in its fire all brittle passion,
each jagged shard relentlessly aching.
Each spire inward—a fission startled;
in its shattered...

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O souls of the Island, 
I have silently 
heard through 
tropical torrents 
and surpassed 
a million miles 
of the milky seas, 
away from 
mint-marine 
silhouettes of my
utopian wonderland, 
as strawberry 
ripples and 
coconut-scented 
musings called...

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The dawn spoke her name like a silken secret
carried carefree by the tradewinds of lust and larceny
imported from the traderoutes of paradise and pandemonium, 
sequined with violet venom she venerates the virtue of volition
her love...

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If rain poured 
in susurrating sounds 
   of unshed tears,
will ungrateful dialects
change their insincere
expressions of speech,
or will this unheard
voice forever be
lost as echoes within
glass walls, 
where lilac-feathered
   letters of farewell
written in...

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Under the bright lights and up on the main stage
A woman spins plates while the audience rage
She has on a tight dress in its sequined glory
We can watch her caper and listen to her story
I...

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Whatever Weekend

Being humble common pathways ere,
I ought traveled nearby that lea,
Past the margin of my home there,
Where the daffodils fickle sprightly,

As I shared the natural trail lead,
General impressions befall o'er sunlit,
E'er lighthearted...

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AT THE BEYOND 

It is here at the point
Where no life exists
Where shadows lurk
Life is made
While Creation does nothing
But watch itself in
A hole that never ends

Ether dances and joke at
The beginnings of dust 
As we...

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In the landscape 
of melancholy, 
where arctic 
heartbeats linger, 
I long for withered 
willows to blossom 
like speckled 
diamond petals, 
while your crystalline 
silhouette strolls 
through tangled tunnels 
of my weathered mind.

And I question 
the...

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In the archaic anchorage 
of the wayward mind, 
isolated from the righteous roots 
of transcendental inviolability
by the dislodging drive 
of the deriding desires,
untamed instincts shroud 
the entranced senses in disdain abyss.

Under the surface of sensual...

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Based on the Scripture, 2 Timothy 3:3-13, which gives 
warning to escape the snare of the birdcatcher.

On stage he struts in sequined costume
a plume of feathers cocked high on head
A thespian of no account, though...

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By inclement seas, malevolent sands bob
Lashing atrociously in their cyclonic hurl
Assent to winds that beat wild, Oceania!

Can the derelict heart reclaim its pacific,
keeping latent hurts as a glossed wreck?

Pearling gloss spot-lights aversions to keep!
Embraced is...

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Written: January 19, 2024
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Love swells as a glossy plum
Love is a heavenly amethyst duet
Lambent love, a luscious lake of...

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