Long Skylarks Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems VI



An Illusion
by Michael R. Burch

The sky was as hushed as the breath of a bee
and the world was bathed in shades of palest gold
when I awoke.

She came to me with the sound...

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After enjoying a pleasant walk, I then spent an hour at a park,
And I relished the dulcet sounds, of cheery airborne skylarks.

The blooms were so lovely, all sultry in the fervid sunshine,
And the hummingbirds were...

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I killed my friend,
I never wanted,
Do not see me cruel,
I did it for love.
We both ran naked
Under this influential shower.
No one uncoupled his lips
Against this faint madness,
We were indebted,
Either had to earn the prize.


It was...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands...

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In a foreign lush green sprawling land
A patchwork carpet stitched together
In shades of tawny browns yellows and green
Rugged rock forest and wind-swept moor
Is a awe-inspiring spectacle to be seen

In summer's adorned frock adorned bushes and...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing

o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,

the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.

A sudden shower would see me running

fancy free between the rain drops,

I cried 'Excelsior!' and...

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Early Poems XX

These are my early poems or juvenilia. 


Paradise
by Michael R. Burch, age 15

There’s a sparkling stream
And clear blue lake
A home to beaver,
Duck and drake

Where the waters flow
And the winds are soft
And the sky...

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The morning soars with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and...

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...inspired by 'Poem In October' by Dylan Thomas


The morning rings with skylarks singing,
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free...

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Mornings shrill with skylarks singing 
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, 
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. 
A sudden shower would see me running 
fancy free between the rain drops,...

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The morning soars with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and...

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The Land of Thunder Dragon,
The blest estate of saviour Guru Rinpoche;
The Last Shangri-la reigned by prophesied Wangchucks lineage;
Mighty Palden Mahakaley,the redeemer of the Dragon Power,
Sacred constitution,the holder of peace and order;
Graceful Jekhenpo,the guardian of religious...

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The Ings showed the scars of a dust blooded past
The heavy air clouds came in way too fast
A pool outcrop showed a shining light
The air grew thin on the Ings that night

Noises were heard, movement...

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SKYLARK

Tenderness in the cotton powder skies above, fly little skylark
Within these clouds milky white, soaring through the veils of 
Nirvana, sing tiny song bird with graces flight of beauty beneath,
Sway against the canvas clarity, blanketed...

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Lazily musing on the bank of a gently flowing stream, 
I mulled upon life: was it reality or naught but a dream? 
Then at the moment I pondered, what and why? 
I heard a musical...

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I know why the red rose weeps
Why she hides her tears in dew
As the summer breezes sweep                  ...

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The Morning Speaks With Skylarks Singing

....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas



The morning speaks with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture,
crisp and clear, like God's first measure of
   ...

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I dive into thoughts, wishing my verses would soar ever higher,
Like a bird with boundless wings, lost in distant and divine horizons,
But they only float, like water birds with netted feet,
Tilting their wings in vain,...

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Enchanted by skylarks I surrender my time.
Day's sun unabated riveted me to broiling heat,
I stew in my skin. Every toxic thought
Pollutes my surface as is intended,
But corrodes and cankers their patron's heart.
The statue has a...

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....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas



The air is filled with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture,
crisp and clear, like God's first measure of
       ...

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The girl stared through a window while the glass wept painted rain
As every blessing she had shared came back to her again,
Through night blessed eyes her visions cried when faces came to call
And with a...

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Spring always brings forth a smile
     Just ask a butterfly

Summer lightens every heart
     Just hear the skylarks cry

Autumn colours tint our view
     As...

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alone in the quietude of nature
that fills me with serenity
though crows in trees are a disturbance
their grating noise an irritation
I follow a path to where skylarks sing
their melodic song soothing
but my heart is full of...

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