Long Strangeness Poems

See
by Michael R. Burch

See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are...

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Poems about Things that Break II
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter.
 
 
 
Water and Gold
by Michael R. Burch
 
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert
when every flower...

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Lusting Abyss, his Darkness.
.
Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired...

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Erlenkönig pulled the chair out beside Aisling's and sat on the side of the table.  A large, luxuriant and ornate chair headed the end of the table,
several places down from where he sat...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art...

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In Marshside Lea, there stood a tree, old in trunk and bough
'Twas long ago, this tale, although, it may still stand there now
And in its shade, the young sheep played as often did young lambs
Whilst...

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1. Lunar Perspective #1

month long day and night
also sees earth wax and wane
no season penchant


2. Lunar Perspective #2

moon's sun mimics earth's
earth pirouettes on star stage
sun’s smile Cheshire Cat


3. Lunar Perspective #3

moon turns once per month
lunar...

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People often say I talk a lot, but I hardly think that is true,
Like the whispers about the bluebird, of which he never knew.

Talking helps a lot with my job, which is in public relations,
As...

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"LETTER OF INNER RE-EVALUATION"

As I think about the future moving forward, it seems that I miscalculated the opportunity laid before me. In this moment of strife and turmoil, should I act, without taking a full...

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We’re coming up on the spooky pumpkin-latte season, when days suddenly end, while I’m busy in some sterile, fluorescent chemistry-lab and there’s nothing to do but walk down dark science-hill to the dorm.

Is that rustling...

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An early wintry storm hit late last night on this date, September 11th, 2035. There was strangeness in the air like a stale aftermath of partying.  Frigid. Strange that people still celebrate Freedom Day...

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Part 2

The passengers were a well-heeled lot who
    Had no experience to the rigors at sea.
And their disillusionment grew... on seeing the crew
    Entirely encrusted with earwigs and fleas.

But...

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The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry

Fear, you are weightier than gravity
in pulling the stomach to the ground.

Rotors slowed and sound waned 
as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete
in a road ripping, heart stopping flame.
A distant...

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I had always adored purple lilacs, and never could get enough,
As wildflowers bloom abundantly, although times may get rough.

They had graced a backyard garden, that I'd known in childhood,
On a tree lined street of birdsong,...

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My zealous passion for marathons, had me in frequent races,
Striving always for that finish line, and touring many places.

I always seemed to come alive, with cool breezes rushing by,
Feeling footloose and fancy-free, like blackbirds in...

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Born into a world with only one hand to hold
Delivered by eyes impassive to his existence 
cold fingers brought no warmth to his welcome
While no strength held him high.
The yearning in his eyes hollowed with...

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A dull ache becomes masked by a generous shot. More and more opium pours into her trampled vein. Her heart slowly beats, the mania creeps, and she slowly loses a piece of herself. Drowning her...

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I am strange—so strange
that I self-destructed and don't regret it.
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch

The wound is deep—companions, friends—embrace me!
What, did you not even bother to stay?
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch

My nature...

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But the mood of celebration
Lasted only for a short time 
Very few returned to thank them
Han and Matto found this puzzling 
 

Chapter 2 BLOOD MOON
 
Through the days and nights that followed 
Spread a...

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The poet Basho, whose name is acclaimed
worldwide for haiku esteemed,
wrote myriad works for their greatness famed
and frequently nature themed.

Japan in the sixteen hundreds was where
his lyric verses were penned
mid trips solitary in open air
which continued...

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I stare in wonder at this unfamiliar creature,
She runs back and forth, playing a game of tag with the sea.
She flirts with the danger of the crashing waves...
but is in love with what it holds...

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Once upon an olden time and in a far off land
A castle stood above a town, mysterious and grand
Though locals spoke about the place, down in the town below
‘Twas gossip and just rumours, for the...

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Each time has a special place
And every such place has its time.
When nature seethes with strangeness
Where the mind in exquisite isolation halts itself and listens
For the rumblings of a something large and not easily defined...

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The water has receded
And I can see everything
in the bottom of the stream
Big pebbles of assorted colors
covering each other
frogs scampering about
and big fish meddling around
I stared in the silent water 
watching rubble floating on top...

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