Long Streambed Poems

Poems about Poems VI

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood?
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The...

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Salve
by Michael R. Burch

for the victims and survivors of 9-11

The world is unsalvageable ...
but as we lie here
in bed
stricken to the heart by love
despite war’s
flickering images,

sometimes we still touch,

laughing, amazed,
that our flesh
does not despair
of love
as...

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When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight
the moon was rising, the world disappeared
I saw only you
we enjoyed a calm gentle merriment
as love's breath crossed the unmeasurable distance
where we found a glistening...

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When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight
the moon was rising, the world disappeared
I saw only you
we enjoyed a calm merriment
as love's breath crossed the unmeasurable distance
where we found a glistening glimmer...

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On the edge of silence 
beyond the mossy-muffled stone wall
a wind chime chants — faint, like falling sparkles of stars—
honeyed musings of a wind spirit on the move
from west to east a bridge of broken...

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As I wave goodbye and walk away the kisses and cuddles from my loved ones still fresh in my mind I set my sights on what will be my new daily grind.  To Afghanistan...

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I loved those trees, 
limbs draped in plump wild grapes, 
bursting with flavor on my tongue, 
while juice stained my fingers.
	
Tall cottonwoods shadowed 
the creek where we splashed—Sis,
brother, and I—and a giant sycamore 
shaded Granddad's...

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Two guys, wannabe poets decided
to compose a unique poem jointly;
both agreed terms of writing conjointly
with rhymes and syllables as per guidance.

Thought each will write one line a few times to
form poem, the result will be...

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Born of snow on Berkshire Mountain,
winter’s beauty lies a sleeping.
Snow on snow in layers piling
Kept in place by nature’s freezer 

When the voice of springtime whispers,
days are longer, air grows warmer.
Sleeping beauty starts her stirring,
melting,...

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I cannot say how we'd have met
nor if we'd meet at all that day
except that in the creeping gray
of fall we'd speak of our regrets.
I cannot say upon first glance
what sable shadows would betray
nor how...

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Life is a river and I am a stone,
Doomed to wander where the water roams.
Sometimes through rapids and sometimes in calm,
The streambed may dry and leave me alone.

Life is a river and I am a...

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