Long Stiller 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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Juvenilia: Early Poems X

These are early poems written in my teens and twenties.

Regret
by Michael R. Burch

Regret,
a bitter
ache to bear...

once starlight
languished
in your hair...

a shining there
as brief
as rare.

Regret,
a pain
I chose to bear...

unleash
the torrent
of your hair...

and show me
once...

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Once again, yours truly takes poetic license.

Whenever the missus irks me or complains...
I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch
before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin
whereby the Army National Guard gets called
World War III...

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Television triptych throwback

and despite remote chance 
to channel small medium at large
metamorphosis I may witness 
analogous to caterpillar
will transform me into a butterfly
otherwise Norwegian bachelor (batch chiller)
farmer will simply plow along
taking a stab writing "FAKE"...

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Non-bachelor (batch chiller)
"FAKE" horror thriller
available Netflix starring
ghost of Phyllis Diller
stand up comedienne killer
brought down haunted house
witch sea hunt accompanied

theme song referencing Argonaut tiller
Greenwich Village location Barney Miller
lite precinct brewed fare of corpse
unearthed dead comedy duo...

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All My Children
by Michael R. Burch
 
It is May now, gentle May,
and the sun shines pleasantly
upon the blousy flowers
of this backyard cemet'ry,
upon my children as they sleep.
 
Oh, there is Hank in the daisies now,
with...

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Memories of troubled, sunless days
have passed over my solitary place,
and with much expectancy, I predict lasting peace
with stiller waters for a calmer heart full of awerness;
tomorrow will not fail me, I will know a good...

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New York, New York, the road in the fork  
   of the events, the places and folks who've buttered the pork

Like Rockefeller, Moynihan and Andrew Cuomo
   Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong,...

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"50 Words for Poe: Hysteria"




Incantation to you
Manifesting the Phantom 
with the Hysteria Paroxysm Blues

Hellfire Club got nothin’ on you
Hot hysteria paroxysms 
flying on your broom

a whole new world

Black cat purrs
You, the catnip for this girl



https://youtu.be/boQ9ytantA0



(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



https://youtu.be/ETIPuORrPyo



“I...

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Dear friend, 

I am trying to master the ancient art of Almond Milking. It's quite difficult and my sweetie hasn't had a drink of almond milk in months. I started with cats to improve my...

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There comes a time,
in the early, but
not so early, morn

when, and this is key,
if a portion of an instant
rationed a morsel of a moment -
but a crumb of that fell free
and it cast a deep...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster


Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but up again sucking in saving air and spread on

dispersing...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster


Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but risen sucking in saving air 

while dispersing into freedom...

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Johnny, jump up, spring thyme has sprung!
Sun's morning glory pours into your window peaks.
Arise, tired eyes, lift your cheeks with a smile!
Kiss me sweetly; These tulips are for you.
Lettuce turnip the volume of robins' chirping
by...

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I awake, dull crusted in shadows,

to the swelling roar of hard rain on shingles
wetly dripp'd down rusted gutters,

air thick with cool moisture,
ozone sharp razor clean,

somehow, the sod grew a deep green coat in one night
as...

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Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks. 

Uninspired by thrills of...

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The Darwin Awards are based upon Darwin's theory
regarding the survival of the fittest and elimination of the weak.
The less intelligent die off and are eliminated from the gene pool
and it is to they that the...

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With each thrust
His grunts get louder
But her still form
All the stiller
Tolerating pain
Bearing defilement 
The rapacious moments end
He rolls over
Exhausted and spent
No words spoken
No feelings, no emotion
She too indifferently 
Adjusts her pillow
So
Maybe some respite
For some nights
Bottles...

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Meandering horizontally,through a wide open chasm,
Inundated to a depth you can't really fathom.
Unlike a stream,this aint no dream;
When she reaches the rapids,you'll have no chance to scream.
With undercurrents so strong and a distance so long,
To...

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mountain top 
i feel the lack of oxygen
stiller than a mannequin
atmosphere a reading lens
the smell of my heating skin
I can dodge the poison oak
jumped off the tallest rock
look into the heart of pools
almost heard the...

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There is something about the absolute silence
of your presence. The world slows and everything
is slightly stiller, slightly colder waiting for you.
I felt the effects on the world before I saw you.
Your dark silhouette planted against...

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Oh, how we watch a town go by!
Pieces of life
wrapped against the elements,
going somewhere,
always going somewhere.
From this upper window,
my eye is a searchlight,
sweeping the streetscape.

I celebrate my stillness
by remaining still,
stiller,
and stiller still,
holding my breath,
stilling my...

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Oh, how we watch a town go by!
Pieces of life
wrapped against the elements,
going somewhere,
always going somewhere.
From this upper window,
my eye is a searchlight,
sweeping the streetscape.

I celebrate my stillness
by remaining still,
stiller,
and stiller still,
holding my breath,
stilling my...

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There are some nights
when I am asked,
to bring the ginger ale.

I carry the seemingly
benign beverage from
the cellar without fail.

As I reach the top step,
I can see him 
reach below the sink.

20 oz. of Canadian Whiskey
And...

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On a voyage across a vast
sea of discovery. The tide is
turning through winds of
change, now every day shall
not be the same.

My crashing waves with in
my mind are turned to calm
waters, the air is still and...

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