Long Statuette Poems
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You keep me at arm’s length
Afraid to draw me closer
Afraid to let me go
You want me close enough to see
But not close enough to hold
Close enough to warm you
But not close enough to burn
You want some of the glow
Enough to bask in a tender light
You want to know I’m near
Near enough to touch!
And so I stay at arm’s length
For I’m so loathe to leave
I don’t want to lose sight of you
Or I might start to bleed
Tempted to be a base stealer
I move when you’re not aware
Sometimes I come much closer
Other times I slink farther away
Then I judge your expression
To see if you’ve noticed the change
Is that worry or a smile
That I see reflected in your eyes?
But here comes a warning
Straight from my heart of hearts:
At some point I’ll get tired
Of this little charade
Of standing still like a lifeless statuette
I’m not one who can survive
Without being touched
So, though this is your comfort zone
It definitely doesn’t describe me
I’m a hands on kind of gal
Steeped in dreams of ecstasy
I love to experience
Emotions that are raw
No cover ups and pretenses for me
I see past that all
I love to set off
A firework display of love
The kaleidoscope of bursting colors
That no one can tire of
I know what I’m worth
I’m aware of my powers to please
Possession’s the game I play
And I always play to win!
Lukewarm doesn’t cut it
You’re either hot or cold
So, for now I’m docile and submissive
Playing your little game
But you better know who I am…
And know my other name:
“Woman of the Intense”
So, sweety, keep me at arm’s length
Occasionally look my away
But let me tell you this…
One day when you look back to see
That standing passion pillar of fire
You’ll see the scorch marks on the ground
Of where I used to stand
Burning to be
Closer to you
Than your arm’s length demands.
Wherever I'll be...
At that exact moment of truth
While blazing away in someone else’s arms
Keeping someone else warm
Know this:
I’ll smile a knowing yet sad smile
For I’ll see you in my mind’s eye
Reaching with both your arms outstretched
To pull in emptiness to your chest
Instead of that sweet desirable girl
Who could have set your world on fire…
That girl…
That you steadfastly, stubbornly kept
At arm’s length.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Picturebook Princess
by Michael R. Burch
for Keira
We had a special visitor.
Our world became suddenly brighter.
She was such a charmer!
Such a delighter!
With her sparkly diamond slippers
and the way her whole being glows,
Keira’s a picturebook princess
from the points of her crown to the tips of her toes!
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The Aery Faery Princess
by Michael R. Burch
for Keira
There once was a princess lighter than fluff
made of such gossamer stuff—
the down of a thistle, butterflies’ wings,
the faintest high note the hummingbird sings,
moonbeams on garlands, strands of bright hair ...
I think she’s just you when you’re floating on air!
***
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
by Michael R. Burch
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
is a hero to turtles, geese, ducks ...
they splash and they cheer
when he tosses bread near
because, you know, eating grass sucks!
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Success
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;
there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette
to be delivered for mending skinned knees,
no wild bursts of approval for shoveling snow.
A kiss is the only approval they show;
to leave us—the first great success they achieve.
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Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
Cherubic laugh; sly, impish grin;
Angelic face; wild chimp within.
It does not matter; sleep awhile
As soft mirth tickles forth a smile.
Gray moths will hum a lullaby
Of feathery wings, then you and I
Will wake together, by and by.
Life’s not long; those days are best
Spent snuggled to a loving breast.
The earth will wait; a sun-filled sky
Will bronze lean muscle, by and by.
Soon you will sing, and I will sigh,
But sleep here, now, for you and I
Know nothing but this lullaby.
Moby Dick, geometry, physics.
Study every subject everyday.
Homework is an indicator of future success.
Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps.
Freedom is to formulate your own definition of success.
Happiness is an imaginary tree, its own reward, and a fact.
Facts and fiction may be memorialized in memos or found in dreams.
The story starts thus: Each summer the honeysuckles and the
huckleberries . . .
The web is that extra brain we've all been dreaming of having.
Like jumping 4 meters or flying without a plane.
To fly like that must one first have homework?
Some say yes, some say don't. It depends on how you vote.
Happiness is what happens when everything that happens
Fits the time perfectly and it's all out of your hands.
Not exactly. You don't let go of the steering wheel while driving fast in
the passing lane.
You look left and right and check your blind spots.
Homework is an introduction to everything you're not
And all you do not know. It's supposed to help you learn to know where
you want to go before going where you have to go.
Otherwise you end up on Ulzana's raid
Bleeding, without a bandaid.
All the achievement in the world won't relieve your loneliness
Or satisfy your sexual longing. What girls are like behind their eyes.
Survival, procreation. That's all there is to love.
But the loved one is the one who can be trusted with your life.
Whether Christ or your wife. The Muslim moms.
On my walk in the woods I come to a sitting spot
Above a small gorge cut by a stream through hemlocks.
Here someone has left a statuette of the Buddha and the flags you see
Flapping in the wind at sky funerals.
This is a pretty good place to sit quietly and think about homework.
It all started with a bet
Inside a launderette
Over a cigarette
With a brunette
I hadn’t yet met
Her name was Marie-Antoinette
As she said it she did a pirouette
And wow what a silhouette
Coquette she wore an amulet
Feared nothing short of a bayonet
Forgot the laundry it was still wet
I got hungry and craved an omelet
Asked M-A to join me in my Corvette
Drove to the closest luncheonette
Ordered baguette and anisette
We talked right until the sun set
She showed me a statuette
She dreamt of a trip to Tibet
So we jumped on a jumbo jet
Me her and the rest of the jetset
Across the aisle was the oddest duet
He played the clarinet she the castanet
While Marie-Antoinette rhymed the alphabet
Dancing and waving with a serviette
Try and imagine this strange vignette
Marie-Antoinette Marie-Antoinette
Forever in her debt
Not so easy to forget
I only have one regret
I left Marie-Antoinette back in Tibet
Submitted on November 14, 2022 for contest 2022 POETRY MARATHON MILE 20 sponsored by MARK TONEY
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Originally posted on February 17, 2018
Earthquakes of bedlam quell
As tectonic plates of emotional instability cease shifting.
The tears of a discarded clown, suspended in animation—
Numbness overtakes.
Masks slip, shattering.
Shards scrape, lacerating apathetic flesh,
Revealing the painted doll underneath.
Remove its colourful costume;
Discover marionette strings embedded within a fraying back.
Strip the howling voices from its waking nightmares.
Feel deadening voids devour any morsel left of a wounded heart,
Whilst balmy plasma metamorphoses into gelid hemoglobin,
Hardening undying devotion into frigid detest.
Titanium walls, reinforced with razor wire, barricade a hollow soul.
For she was mere amusement for the indoctrinated masses—
An illusion of happiness, playing day in and day out.
Listen, as her inviting laugh transmutes into the cackle of hyenas.
Watch the paint, plastered upon an unwilling face, crack one last time.
Her eleventh hour has arrived.
Bear witness to the merciless statuette you birthed.
Unity of mind, body, and spirit the qualifier of love
Statuette
Statue
The wedding vows
If you love somebody, let him know.
When life is short, why would you not explode?
Whispering in his ear about your heart,
he will assume it’s an inner voice.
If you love somebody, shout it to the world.
Share time with that person so he will know.
Tell him via intimate words.
Write him a love poem.
When life is short, why would you not be a bombshell?
Spread your wings like a butterfly you are beautiful.
Make him recognize what he has.
Humor his mind make him laugh.
When you love somebody, superimpose.
Take control of his soul.
Lay above all his meants.
Create an ambiance he wants to be within.
If you love someone, find his passions.
Don’t allow negative stressors.
Time is of the essence.
Figurine - shape your bust all he wants is to be loved.
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Penned on May 12, 2014!
Statuette she is in deep thought.
A monument of strength gathered from anguish and heartache.
She sighs as she murmurs what distresses.
As tears flow freely, her heart is exposed.
He is aloof watching her.
He deciphers the cold world that milieus.
He will not encroach.
The streetlights effervescently disclosed her observer.
A sensitive core possesses her inner being.
Her soul is shown so easily.
She continues to hear hysteria even when it has stopped.
Her footsteps are on a lethargic path.
The clock on wall ticks.
She is exhausted from the hits of people that tell her the truth.
Her life is a mess.
Whispers are heard from yesteryear.
She reminisces.
Her life was once of edict and control.
Nevertheless, today she is of discourse to address all the wrong done.
Ascertain, an atmosphere exist as her depth breathes.
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Penned on December 19, 2014!
Your father’s words agree I’ve passed his test
Yes, I confess, I’m viewed as idiot
for bowing, but our future I’ve addressed -
Now, I have met and won my Capulet.
Ah, Juliet; my dear sweet Juliet.
Agreement’s done; and now I’ve come to claim
my prize. My love, you gain my princely name.
Countless the times I’ve come here nerves on edge.
Two tiring years, have passed. Your statuette
now speaking from the porch your solemn pledge
reminds the world – we kept the rule he set.
Ah Juliet; my dear sweet Juliet
Verona hears announcement of our vows -
I, Paris, take you dearest as my spouse.
Who’s this approaching porch on bended knee?
arriving late with horse and chariot.
It’s Romeo of Montague we see
but what he finds is just a silhouette
of Juliet; his long gone Juliet.
His kiss of death, imagination’s joke
I, Paris passed and gained the marriage yoke.
Success
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;
there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette
to be delivered for mending skinned knees,
no wild bursts of approval for shoveling snow.
A kiss is the only approval they show;
to leave us?the first great success they achieve.
I wrote this poem after fixing my son Jeremy some toast and getting a kiss in return. The “marmalade” is poetic license; it was actually toast with butter and jam, or maybe peanut butter and jam. Keywords/Tags: Child, Children, Childhood, Son, Sons, Sonhood, Boy, Boys, Boyhood, Father, Fathers, Fatherhood, Parent, Parents, Parenthood, Parenting, Family, Families, Family Life, Growing Up, Testing Wings, Empty Nest Syndrome
Yeah, so
I looked in the looking glass,
not much there to
write home about
except the cardiac veins,
they stand out,
and, of course, the
Caligula face pack.
In the blanket
battlefield,
crumpled sheets askew,
the dishwasher blonde
spreads like pale blood
on the pillow.
I could use a shave,
but what the hell;
she wallows in cheap paste,
resplendent diamante;
so fetch down that Capodimonte
statuette of the
Virgin Mary, Luigi,
I feel an occasional
prayer
coming on.
Yeah, so,
beat retreat, uncork
the breakfast bourbon;
in the gut swills
and gets to murdering pain;
jams a little juice
to get me on the road
again...