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Because Her Heart Is Tender, for Beth
by Michael R. Burch
She scrawled soft words in soap: “Never Forget”
dove-white on her car’s window (though the wren,
because its heart is tender, might regret
it called the sun to wake her). As I slept,
she heard lost names recounted, one by one.
She wrote in sidewalk chalk: “Never Forget!”
and kept her heart’s own counsel. No rain swept
away those words, no tear leaves them undone.
Because her heart is tender with regret,
bruised by razed towers’ glass and steel and stone
that shatter on and on and on and on ...
she stitches in damp linen: “NEVER FORGET!”
and listens to her heart’s emphatic song.
(The wren might tilt its head and sing along
because its heart once understood regret
when nestlings fell beyond, beyond, beyond ...
love's reach, and still the boot-heeled world strode on.)
She writes in adamant: “NEVER FORGET!”
because her heart is tender with regret.
Published by Neovictorian/Cochlea, The Villanelle, Nietzsche Twilight, The Eclectic Muse, Nietzsche Twilight, Nutty Stories (South Africa), Poetry Renewal Magazine, and Other Voices International
Because Her Heart is Tender (II)
by Michael R. Burch
Because her heart is tender
there is hope some God might mend her, …
some small hope Fates might relent.
Because her heart is tender
mighty Angels, come defend her!
Even the Devil might repent.
Because her heart is tender
Jacob’s Ladder should descend here,
the heavens open, saints assent.
Because her heart is tender
why does the cruel world rend her?
Fix the world, or let it end here!
Double Trouble
by Michael R. Burch
The villanelle is trouble:
it’s like you’re on the bubble
of beginning to see double.
It’s like you’re on the Hubble
when the lens begins to wobble:
the villanelle is trouble.
It’s like you’re Barney Rubble
scratching itchy beer-stained stubble
because you’re seeing double.
Then your lines begin to gobble
up the good rhymes, and you hobble.
The villanelle is trouble,
just like getting sloshed in the pub’ll
begin to make you babble
because you’re seeing double.
Because the form is flubbable
and is really not that loveable,
the villanelle is trouble:
it’s like you’re seeing double.
The Vampire warrior laughed with youthful exuberance,
as his victim sloshed through the swamp,
running like a coward as he became the chase,
a hunting technique developed for the Dark Race,
and with impressive swiftness
the vampire plunged his claws into the man's back,
it was a powerful, and controlled attack,
as he lifted him up into the air,
the man wiggled, and squirmed, but the vampire showed no care,
the man riddled with worries, and riddled with fear,
only tried to escape, but that did not happen,
the vampire was just amused.
The man was tired and hungry as he was dropped into the swamp,
he looked back and noticed the the vampire was enjoying the hunt,
it was the thrill that gave life to the dead,
not the blood, and never when their fed,
they could do it as a pack or do it apart,
it generated their cold spirit,
and it fueled their cold heart.
The vampire sat on a large stone over-looking the muddy water,
he reached into the swamp and pulled out some food,
slimy creatures he held in his hand,
then he shoved them into his mouth so the human can see,
there's no need to be hungry if he would only understand,
the slimy creatures were good to eat,
it's what warriors enjoyed while they hunt and defeat,
He took so many slimy creatures about a dozen at a time,
popping them into his mouth as an inviting sign,
with no signs of stopping he continued to feed,
it was his only warmth spot, and his only good deed,
he wanted the human to eat
to revitalize so the hunt could go on,
instead the human stood tall,
as tall as he could,
took out his knife and angled it toward his chest,
out went the coward, and in came the sane,
out went the hunted, and took with him the shame,
as he plunged the knife into his torso,
wiggling for the last time,
the vampire stood in total disbelief,
wondering what had happened to this human who was never this bold,
took out the heat from the hunt and made it cold,
so he erupted with frenzied drumming on his chest that day,
no humans, he thought would go out that way,
he released an inhuman howl of revenge,
should their souls meet again.
Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
Form:
HAIKU ON LOVE # 1
You leave me after we make love
Moonbeam falls
A poet shares my sorrow
HAIKU ON LOVE # 2
She coils him
Desolate
Autumn waits
HAIKU ON LOVE # 3
A love bruise
Wicked parrot
Season of rain
HAIKU ON LOVE# 4
His words were diamonds
Wizard of love phrases
He stole my garments
HAIKU ON LOVE # 5
She offered her warm breasts
To her lover in winter night
Icy wind roared
HAIKU ON LOVE # 6
Two leaves are tangled
The tree meditates
He does not know our raptures
HAIKU ON LOVE # 7
Words are lost
Glances weak
Glaciered infinity
HAIKU ON LOVE # 8
My neighbour’s wife
Pulls me
To a sobbing counter
HAIKU ON LOVE # 9
Sighs heavy, hidden moon
Moans, pleasures of the night
Cruel kisses bleed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 10
She fell on my chest
Stunned
By the dart of love
HAIKU ON LOVE # 11
Hold on some more and hold on
Until the fire is put out
And he would close his eyes
HAIKU ON LOVE # 12
I would wager
He would leave soon
With a trail of cinnabar
HAIKU ON LOVE # 13
He was a noodle
As her eyes were nearly shut
And bottom of the sea sloshed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 14
I had to hold her like a python
Brute yes I am, I couldn’t lose time
To be ambivalent
HAIKU ON LOVE # 15
His tired legs staggered
He fell again on her bosom
God is so ungracious
HAIKU ON LOVE # 16
Incredible cavern
Big black cat walks on curling passages
In search of snail trail
HAIKU ON LOVE # 17
Last night’s sleep
Washed out
My lover’s petting
HAIKU ON LOVE # 18
My husband’s ancient kiss
Fades away
Like charming baubles
HAIKU ON LOVE # 19
A young man hid behind his shadow
At the edge of the river
My bath aroma seeped through his skull
HAIKU ON LOVE # 20
My wife was parabolic
She could not make love
Before her voyage to comet
HAIKU ON LOVE # 21
I can go down her slit
If the river gets more time
To watch my owl
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I joined the army employment-sake; He did the same too;
I from India; He from Pakistan; though both blooms new;
Countries sought enmity; we looked for eternal friendship,
We're no traitors; advocates of peace who sought fellowship...
A simple smile, like fresh-flower, when in morning we met,
With no greeting of goodnight sleep, our sun did never set;
He from his border; I from mine; life-stories we did share,
In times of illness and pain, for each other we did care...
His festivals became mine; mine his; as though countrymen,
We seemed rising from our home lands as global citizens;
Amid many gifts we shared on moments memorable,
A solemn soldier in glass-globe, greatly admirable...
When I wished to know of his marriage he said benignly,
He had duties for his elder sisters waiting humbly;
It's when, like trustworthy brother, he fulfills his duty,
His life, like perennial orchids, will find true beauty...
With sun-rises and sets and season's changes time went by,
Our friendship, like a colorful kite, day-by-day soared high;
Conditions of our countries, we had, but just bird’s eye view,
Our roles to our lands, as soldiers, as sure as life we knew...
There, then fell, like fire, the edict of emergency,
Troops, like sheep on shepherd's voice, stood in restless urgency;
Our brains, like roughest of tiger-leather, got gently washed,
Every soldier, drunk in wine of patriotism, stood sloshed...
As docile as gentle most lambs, we took our place in rows,
Did I ever know, like sheep against wolves, your troops arose?
Orders obeyed, for a moment, my thought of you got erased,
Did you feel the same too? If so, why did you get razed...?
Studied, it’s my bullet that killed you, made me sad and mad,
How come my damn destiny made me miserably bad?
War over as loan soldier I returned to the border,
Burdens full; tears rarely shed; with glass-globe solemn soldier...!
16 December 2021
tried to touch but my hands tremble
once i saw she cut my loss
i beg the difference knowing nothing
let her find how much i cost
slow as sloth wish i was sloshed
feeling hot without a source
i hadnt known my middle soft
left me over longing more
i fend for love thus was crushed
too soon to tell so good yet short
i fooled myself not sure what for
i could have said how i felt
tho any say may be poor
i pine for days i may be yours
soley on your reasoned choice
her voice was in my heart and core
i should have jumped the ship when i saw we were sinking
what am i thinking, what was i thinking
sunny horizons slowly rising had me wipe my tears
just in time fore the weekend
oh i held my poise, closing doors
so late to speak, no story out
whatever could untouched and still
myth and lore, filled with doubt
i made a promise upheld thru
rain sleet or crazy drout
just being honest no selling you
a painted pic of sleezy routes
rocking in the hardest place,
tough as steel no E-Z out
asking in the earnest way
whats your deal head in clouds?
number nine is something fine
and not the time cause thunders loud,
a lovers rhyme gone underground
no worries girl im the dumbest down
i should have jump the ship when i saw we were sinking
what am i thinking, what was i thinking
sunny horizons slowly rising had me wipe my tears
just in time for weekend, just for the weekend
long drawn yet incomplete a certain cause for
lack of sleep, this is where my morning meets
silly dreams and feeling deep, city streets
or in the sheets, the truest test
what really keeps, through the cold, thru the heat
final beat, no minor feat.
forever sweet, tongue in cheek
makes me weak at the knees
one of the best things in life
are gifted flight and being free
frightened as i may be
no nets or bungees i dreampt i leapt
just to see awaking with you not next to me
When Katrina came calling,
Lady Blues brought some
Miami Hurricane bad news
Green Dolphin Street pain parade
went Mardi Gras wind marching
down to the delta swamp of Nawl ‘Leans
And the lewd crowd’s demonic gust marlin friend,
Flippa,
was cyclone seen: mid-air, pirouette dancing again
Creole zydeco drown sounds
were Bourbon Street booze gurgling
in the sinking French Quarter ...
by decadent, stormy weather order
At the party intersection main,
to the outskirts of perishing parishes,
weeping souls
were being swamped by watery suffering
And Flippa
was Roll Tide reveling
in the Louisiana groaning casket ebb
of the Mississippi moaning funeral flow
Flip of the coin ...
more than a fifty-fifty chance
there ain’t gonna be no smiley rainbow
Flippa fin kick in the loins,
every wet dress and soggy pants
gon have a dry bone, teary lip memento
But don’t worry ‘bout burying
any swamp gator sins
no shovel Swing Low time soon
French Quarter pleasure palaces
got Viva Las Vegas revived,
and is now riotously celebrating
Temptation is on the Skeleton Key hunt again:
Papa Justify and Sista Mamasouku
is chanting charms for some killing voodoo
Fly-by-night mourning fishers flesh baiting,
looking to put more grieving
Red Clay perch on the sacrificial FEMA altar
Shrunken vitality heads on a grill;
sitting bereaved, stone-cold still
in a drunken stupor
Sloshed in saline pain they can’t ignore
Da outlaying Slave Quarters
don’t know how dey gonna git safely thru
One thang’s fer sho’,
Missy and Massa ain’t gon take care of you
Flip of the coin ...
Good versus Evil
is the foreboding, tempest tuna grin
every Flippa-style
broken smile
gotta frown struggle with from within
I've been to the top of the mountain
I've surveyed the valley below.
I've heard the mountaintop call me,
I've felt the icy wind blow.
I came down from the mountain
Feeling exalted and free.
It's when I got to the bottom;
That's when my demon grabbed me.
He said, "One drink surely won't hurt,
Let's hit a strip club or two--
We'll get sloshed, then we'll find some drugs
You know, like we always do."
I lost that euphoric feeling
The mountain had given to me,
So I took a seat with my demon
And drank--that's my insanity.
"This still isn's low enough,"
He whispered in my ear.
"Let's dig us a hole in the ground."
He handed me one more beer.
I started drinking and digging
Scratched up, dirty and sore.
I hit a rock and thought I was done
But my demon wanted more.
His seductive manner altered,
He started lashing out at me.
He said, "I own you; body, mind and soul.
I shall never let you be free."
I wiped away the dirty sweat;
Wearily, I chipped the stone.
My demon handed me a drink
And made me dig alone.
I dug my hole for many years
I forgot the mountain air.
My demon laughed while I cried,
He clearly didn't care.
"I've had enough!" I screamed one day.
My demon turned in shock.
I stared at him through bloodshot eyes.
"I can't dig through one more rock."
I kicked him down; began my climb
Back out of my abyss
I heard the demon howl in rage,
And then I heard him hiss.
I scratched, I clawed, I cried and prayed
Never once did I look down.
Every time the demon tried to speak,
I swiftly kicked him down.
The hole is well behind me now
I've started on mhy climb,
I'm going to the mountaintop,
If only one more time.
D H Loewen
As he came staggering down the hall,
Walking slowly hoping not to fall.
The taste of whiskey still on his breath,
Hating himself wishing only for death.
What had turned his life this way?
He used to be happy until that day.
He came home from work and found the note,
It tore him to pieces the words she wrote.
I’m leaving you and I don’t know why,
I’ve got to be free or I feel I will die.
Well that was all the note said,
And he started shaking from those words he read.
What had he done he reasoned in his mind?
All alone in this cold and dark house he felt betrayed and left behind.
To the liquor cabinet he drank his supper that night,
Confused and mad and now wanting to fight.
But there was no one there but himself he was all alone.
He cried out in anger this is the worst feeling I know I’ve ever known.
The old bottle cooed to him I’ll be your friend,
I’ll stick with you till the biter end.
As he picked up that Genie and sloshed it around,
And took another drink from this new friend he had found.
He drank so much he fell asleep on the floor,
And upon awakening he couldn’t remember much about the night before.
He sat at his table with coffee in hand,
Trying to clear his mind looking for answers to help him understand.
Well he thought to himself that what she had done was all wrong,
But if she wasn’t happy with him then he reckoned she just didn’t belong.
That night of drunkenness may not have been right,
But it sure took his mind off his problems that horrible night.
The band was loud, but in the other room and the bar was jammed.
He set his drink down a little too hard and it over-sloshed a bit.
“Run away with me,” he said, spreading his arms wide, “I’m done with school!”
“Well.. you graduated - that’s why you’re done,” she said, somewhat confused.
“We share a gravity, you and I - we’re.. we’re like aligned suns,” he romanticized.
“You should’ve majored in sales.” she said, sipping her own beer.
“Our love is so real, so raw - it's pure and yet - so street.”
“We have ‘love cred’?” She asked doubtfully.
“Wherever we go, we'll navigate that urban maze, hand in hand, we’ll OWN those concrete streets, we’ll paint our own graffiti!
“Have you snorted something?’
“No matter what life throws at us, we’ll face those challenges head-on and we'll stay united.”
“Have you been practicing this?” She asked
“We’ll swagger,” he said, “our love will be timeless..”
“And rhymeless,” she interjected hopefully.
“Together, we’ll be urban legends..” he continued.
“Like Bonnie and Clyde?” she asked, making a yuck face.
“We’ll be living art,” he said dreamily.
“Sounds dope.” She admitted.
“Then you’ll DO it?” He asked.
“Until Monday,” she said, nodding in assent, “classes start on Monday,” she shrugged.
“It was worth a shot.” he said stoically, after a moment.
“It was a good pitch’” she said, taking his hand in hers.
“I didn’t oversell - I wasn’t too pushy?”
“No, you were right there,” she assured him.
“Maybe next time,” he said.
“Yeah, maybe next time”
They kissed.