Long Sprays Poems

The Moon as a Metaphor for Your Mouth
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a...

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Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s strangely lit beds, where the cold springs creak:
for there is...

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Verse 1: Nothing's in my way today 
I'm finally getting my way 
Glitter sprays in the air
We are on the bridge of without-a-care,
No longer in despair 
You fed me vibrant love, my starlit sky above
You...

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The word "Galaxy", is derived from the Greek "galaxias", literally "milky", a reference to the Milky Way galaxy. Galaxies contain varying amounts of star systems, star clusters and types of interstellar clouds. (Nebula is Latin...

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there, among those Ruby Spires
          stood I, a-gazing toward the mist
               red...

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In the blinded moments,
Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf…
Blueness tempting awake my dreams,
A heartbeat from the flaming blaze,
Sunshine pouring through the clusters of 
Feathery clouds, like the breath of peace
Aroused from the falling...

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Time begat space,
energy begat matter,
function begat form,
as Yin begat Yang.

Concave begat convex,
negative-squared begat positive,
ionic waves begat radiant sprays,
as NotNotBinomial Function begat PolyNomial Information.

Consumption begat production,
parasites begat Hosts,
electrons begat protons,
as monoculture begat polycultures.

Non-aversion begat co-arising prehension,
possession...

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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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“The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gathered up gold, And now he is dying…Old age, begin sighing.”- Thomas Hood


In the amber hues, kissed by scarlet
Soothing whispers in laughing hearts,
Music, trembling...

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EFFUSED ENCOUNTER


Neither a dream nor a trick, I beguiled--
I reach the sky enameled with golden smile.
To hurdle bumps and curves, I continue to pedal
this steadfast being yearn to step on a pedestal,
I found at the...

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'BRRRING BRRRING' said the telephone

“Oh hello” said the wide viewfinder to the telephone. “How are you today?” The telephone fell silent. Very silent. It had no battery with which to call, speak, shout or do...

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He plays throughout the house at night 
a braille touch for his lack of sight
and dreams of all the crippled things 
with broken legs and shattered wings.

The bandage on his wounded eyes 
will be there...

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It's a fallacy that writers have to shut themselves up in their ivory towers to write. I have all these interruptions, three of which I gave birth to. If I was thrown for a loop...

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I am…

Washing a stormy night clean, its promise
this empty grave,
where sunshine suddenly erases the shadows,
who sigh like dejected, broken tears,
surfacing in the dewdrops, 
lifting the darkness of a night,
before the blessings,
before the trembling silence
started to...

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No more faxes, no more phones                             ...

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No more faxes, no more phones                             ...

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Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering,
Beneath the frost’s quick breath.
Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter
Shadowed by trembling winds of December,
Hopeful and happy beneath the jewels of laughing songs,
Inspirations drifting softly...

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On that day, in Aug 45
Bomber over the city that's very much alive
Nervous crew, cloudy day
Pilots instructions, open bomb bay

The words above as the pilot has said
What happens next the World dreads
The catch releases as...

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Day 38

Pugnaciousness set aside, 
Phantasmal was the anticipation, 
Possessing each moment
Some shutter fell over him
He knew, at least, that he had me 
He knew that I cared enough
Ours together, in his hands and mine,
I gave...

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On that day in Aug 1945
Bomber over the city that's very much alive
Nervous crew, cloudy day
Pilots instructions, open bomb bay

The words above as the pilot said
What happens next the world dreads
The catch releases as Little...

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THE  WHALE:
Confused and blind
Numb in rhyme  
Your light sublime
Running I fell
Into an ocean wide
Reaching my hands grasp 
out of time
Spinning in circles 
In the ocean see it spinning
Grabbing for the moon
Grasping at the...

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"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "

                     ...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 12 (d) The fireflower (cont.)

Dominated by one hilltop 
Round in form, it’s summit hidden
In the whiteness of a cloud base
There they saw their destination 

Now they climbed by steepening gradient
Through a...

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Chapter 11c (The Island Kingdom, continued...)

Every member of the party
Had their fill of roasted sea-flesh
All the dogs and Rosy also 
Wolfed down all that they could swallow 
 
Then they rose up and departed
Heading north...

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His miracles are endless…
they’re like the sea, with its liquid peace,
salty tears, spraying dreams,
into the face of the most wistful shadow,
brilliant kiss of light’s soft musing,
caressing the memories,
embracing the lingering gestures
a feeling who agrees to...

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