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EARLY POEMS XVIII
You didn't have time
by Michael R. Burch
You didn't have time to love me,
always hurrying here and hurrying there;
you didn't have time to love me,
and you didn't have time to care.
You were playing a reel like a fiddle half-strung:
too busy for love, "too old" to be young . . .
Well, you didn't have time, and now you have none.
You didn't have time, and now you have none.
You didn't have time to take time
and you didn't have time to try.
Every time I asked you why, you said,
"Because, my love; that's why." And then
you didn't have time at all, my love.
You didn't have time at all.
You were wheeling and diving in search of a sun
that had blinded your eyes and left you undone.
Well, you didn't have time, and now you have none.
You didn't have time, and now you have none.
This is a song-poem that I wrote during my early songwriter phase, around age 17.
49th Street Serenade
by Michael R. Burch
It's four o'clock in the mornin'
and we're alone, all alone in the city . . .
your sneakers 're torn
and your jeans 're so short
that your ankles show, but you're pretty.
I wish I had five dollars;
I'd pay your bus fare home,
but how far canya go
through the sleet 'n' the snow
for a fistful of change?
'Bout the end of Childe’s Lane.
Right now my old man is sleepin'
and he don't know the hell where I am.
Why he still goes to bed
when he's already dead,
I don't understand,
but I don't give a damn.
Bein' sixteen sure is borin'
though I guess for a girl it's all right . . .
if you'd let your hair grow
and get some nice clothes,
I think you'd look outta sight.
And I wish I had ten dollars;
I'd ask you if you would . . .
but wishin's no good
and you'd think I'm a hood,
so I guess I'll be sayin' good night.
This is one of my earliest poems; I actually started out writing songs when some long-haired friends of mine started a band around 1974. But I was too introverted and shy to show them to anyone. This one was too racy for my high school journal.
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Weave away, Weaver, weave on
The many layers of our lives
Your nimble fingers weave upon –
Thread the rubric of our hours
Into days and weeks and years
With your persistent weaving power
Lace into the fabric melodies
That raise the songs we know
In warm uplifted harmonies
Which lift in graceful, soulful flight
On wings of breathless escapades
The finest feathers of delight
And weave the summer, weave the fall
In realms of wondrous light
To illustrate the world enthralled
– The breath of sunshine in the air
– The energy of earth and sky
– The flower burning with a flair!
Oh, Weaver! With your finest yarns
Weave a little stitch in time
That doesn’t do us any harm
But spins a story so sublime
We cannot bear the tale to end
And leave our folded wings behind –
And once it’s woven, woven tight
Sew the beating badge – now still –
Upon the gown in sutures white
That it may join the sparks of light
On chariots with golden wheels
Flashing by – one for each life
Sunrise..Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
Shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me, in the morning..
Sunrise...Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
Your love it shines like a golden sphere, and it's always near.
And it shines on me, in the morning..
Sunrise...Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me.Oh! Sunrise..
Oh! Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me, in the morning..
Sunrise...Oh! Sunrise...
Oh! Sunrise Song Poem- By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..ALL rights reserved..
"Oh, give me a sunrise, a garden of beautiful flowers, a
symphony of bird songs, and a forest of whispering trees."
Quote by _Constance
Memories shake the ocean of my sleep,
as I set sail into the sunrise of dawn;
I am lost in the hush of dewed flowers,
and a sky of purple and gold fades to gone !
I lay still listening to a bird symphony,
the threads touch my soul and my heart;
morning arrives beautiful and strong,
but, mother why did you have to depart ?
Oh, still in your garden a blue bird sings,
as trees are reflected in a pond you made;
so magical the sky of each veiled sunrise.
these memories part of my dawn parade !
Dear father why did you have to leave me,
now, I find you in speckled drifting dawn clouds;
over years you gave me all you know of the forest.
Now, I walk in dawn's mist with tree-like shrouds.
But, forever the birds will sing your love,
in each sunrise I press you both to my soul;
and with each morning symphony I feel blessed.
though, this heart of mine now has a jagged hole.
Tobias and Matthias
Were born as crickets
They loved watching the setting sun
As a warm summer’s day drew to a close
In the peaceful silence
They chatted to one another
‘I created the Universe,’ said Tobias
‘It wasn’t easy, but I managed it
So now, dear Matthias
You've got the ability to perceive
Everything I've done’ ‘Why on earth did you create
Torrential rains, dear Tobias?
What was the idea behind it?’ ‘It was my,
So to speak, philosophical concept, dear Matthias,
A metaphor for the difficulties of existence, and at the same time
An incentive for those like us, vulnerable creatures
To quickly find shelter – on the other hand
Some trees needed precisely torrential rain
As their roots lacked moisture
So I had to accept their arguments
But what exactly is the problem, dear Matthias?
Last time we took perfect shelter
Behind a pile of planks dumped in the back garden
Of those two-legged creatures that make funny noises
For a good laugh of our children’
‘You’re right, dear Tobias, sometimes
I simply fall into an inexplicable melancholy
Perhaps, before your Universe
There was another one, and I still hold onto
Fragments of memories of it’
‘Yes, most likely,’ replied Tobias
‘But how is it, dear Matthias, that you manage to perceive the world
With such acuity? Who knows what came before us!’
‘I don’t know what to say, dear Tobias!
Let’s sing our favourite elegiac song
‘I married a cicada last night
and like a fool got drunk,
while the cicada got high
on a hooker stuffed with junk’
‘A brilliant idea, dear Matthias!’
And the crickets chirped until the sun went down.
I will get through this.
I will run through the pain and I will rise above the flames.
I will thank the Lord above, the day I truly feel safe.
I will open my arms and embrace the beauty of her face,
The day I can truly live again in this wonderful place.
I will get through this, I will fly up high;
I will get through this, I will raise another smile.
I will get through this, if only I can truly try,
To live again my friend, then I will once more feel alive.
I will travel on, in this little mixed up life of mine
And I will rise up one morning, to see the sun shine.
I will kiss the morning, whilst wearing nothing but a smile,
Because life does go on, so you can once more have a life.
Life is way too short to let your fears hold you back;
You need to look after your body to prevent a heart attack.
You need to find something to love, so you can truly relax;
Then you will find you Heaven once more and at long last once more laugh.
I will get through this, I will fly up high;
I will get through this, I will raise another smile.
I will get through this, if only I can truly try,
To live again my friend, then I will once more feel alive.
As the rain falls down like the tears falling from my eyes,
I remember that time when the sun did truly shine.
It lit up her eyes like the radiance of her smile
And it made me feel at ease, like the water to the fire.
I will conquer my demons and stop all my negative thoughts
And I will remember the good times, like that time they acted cool.
I will stand up proud and remember how they touched our lives,
Like a ray of sunshine, they showed us our paradise.
I will get through this, I will fly up high;
I will get through this, I will raise another smile.
I will get through this, if only I can truly try,
To live again my friend, then I will once more feel alive.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
It’s funny how we fool ourselves
How darkness hides what we don’t want to see
How easy it is to look away
To not be what we want to be
It seems, we can go on and on
Just glide along in endless reverie
If comfort is but all we seek
We will never, ever be free
But, oh when the sun shines
When the glorious sun peeks out from the clouds
And the light that pursues but only the truth
Then reaches our minds and removes all the doubts
But, oh when the sun shines
There is no looking back, no looking away
We must face what is bared by this time honored sleuth
For we can’t face the night if we can’t face the day
But OH, OH, OH, when the sun shines
It’s funny, once our eyes have widened
Allowing what there is to stand and be counted
How very much better we feel
That once unaddressed has now been surmounted
Not really a battle to welcome the sun
Accepting what life really is or is not
For we can find peace in an honest appraisal
And after all, isn’t that all that we’ve got
But OH, OH, OH, when the sun shines
Remember that you are special and loved.
Towards the rising sun
By Michelle Morris
30/05/2023
You thought that money
Was the way to buy my love
You could never understand
That I loved you for yourself
I never needed jewelry
Dinners or fancy cars
All I ever wanted was
Your loyalty and support
Do you think you can consider
That you are special and loved?
Do you think you can accept
That we are blessed by God above?
I release you from your prison
Those limitations in your mind
I hope my love inspires you
And gives you insights so profound
We are enough as we are
We are a gift to everyone
Please take my hand and take a walk
Towards the rising sun
Please would you consider
That you are special and loved
Please can you accept
That we are blessed by God above
Remember that you're precious
That our love is beautiful
No money could ever buy it
It's free like the stars in the Universe
We are always enough as we are
We are a gift to everyone we meet
Please take my hand and take a walk
Towards the rising sun and feel
We are always enough
(We are enough)
We are a gift every day
(We are a gift)
Please take my hand and walk
(Take my hand)
Towards the rising sun
(Towards the rising sun)
© Michelle Morris, 2023
The sun burning bright,across clear blue sky
The lightning so bright,it blinds the eye.
Not a cloud floating by,in a sky so blue;
Do you hear the thunder rumbling through?
Grass,flowers,and trees smile at the sun;
Gray ominous clouds across the earth do run.
Eagles fly higher on a clear summers'day;
The rain and the wind wash their nest away.
Birds and bees in the sunshine will forage,
Dams were made as a thunderstorms' storage.
Jet black clouds crying tears of lifes'pain.
In the east the sun rises starts over again
Graveyards are weeping as the storm subsides
New dawn brings sunshine,rays be our guides.
Rain becomes sprinkles,spots on the ground;
No more rain,grass and leaves turning brown.
Thunder and lightning,a soft summers'rain;
Blue skies,warm sunshine is all that remain.
Sun and water don't you know,Rainbow Rainbow
Form:
The Trees ¦¦¦¦ Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ to ¦¦¦¦ a Tune
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Accompanying the Sun --
Far Psalteries of Summer --
Enamoring the Ear
¦¦¦¦ never yet did satisfy --
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ -- when most fair
¦¦¦ Sun shone whole ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ --
Then Half -- then utter hid --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Estates of Cloud
Sufficient to enfold Him
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ from view --
Except it were a whim of His
To let ¦¦¦ Orchards grow --
¦¦¦ Bird sat careless on the fence --
One gossipped ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
On silver matters ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ --
Bright Flowers slit a Calyx
And soared upon a Stem
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ -- Sweet hoisted --
With Spices -- in the Hem --
'Twas more -- I cannot mention --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ -- ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Of Nature's -- Summer Day!
(Blackout of The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- by Emily Dickinson)