Long Sunbathe Poems

Poems of Recanted Bachelorhood

bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u
are
charming
& disarming,
but mostly ALARMING
since my resolve
dissolved!

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Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch

Beth, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...

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What Goes Around, Comes
by...

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Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream,
when winter scowls,
when nights compound dark frosts with snow ...
Where...

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How dare you desecrate the Capitol with urine and feces!
Even filthy pigs refuse to defecate near their own dwelling place.
How dare you flaunt confederate flags, grim reminders of our bloody history, 
Alongside swastikas, hate symbols...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...



The Vision of the Overseer’s Right Hand
by Michael R. Burch

“Dust to dust ...”

I stumbled, aghast,
into a valley of dust and bone
where all men become,
at last, the same color...

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Burn
by Michael R. Burch

for Trump

Sunbathe,
ozone baby,
till your parched skin cracks
in the white-hot flash
of radiation.

Incantation
from your pale parched lips
shall not avail;
you made this hell.
Now burn.

Keywords/Tags: burn, earth, environment, fire, future, nature, natural, planet,  climate, pollution,...

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My umbilical scar is hollowed out
Now it's like a tiny wormhole on my belly 
Its a cherished remnant of the coil that nourished me into existence 
I still feel a little tug through my bell...

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""Child's Play""

You go down like rain,
A wishing star in disguise, 
You scream bloody murder 
-the perfect two-face disgrace
Your lips forever stain and reside with Benedict A 
Your eyes hide the truth, like a lost domain...

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Climate Change Haiku
by Michael R. Burch

late November:
climate skeptics scoff
but the geese no longer migrate.



The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct
by Michael R. Burch

The king of beasts, my child,
was terrible, and wild.
His roaring...

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January juxtapose
More cold now
Beyond hot heat!


Cold cold air
Windy surprise;
Minus heat therapy?


Winding way whirls
Shiver seeding shiver
January jostling juice


Lotus sunbathe --
Muddy pond flavours
Mid-afternoon glare


Misdirected
Whim and fancy;
Windy detours


New year in late January,
Oozing days forfeit;
Scent of the times!


Why do...

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A preconception in my mind
Of a nudist beach in the sun
Men of pervy persuasion 
Roam the sands 
Eyes behind dark glasses
Men with their dangly bits 
A display of exhibitionism?
A desire to be seen?
A legalised flasher...

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Suddenly, I would give anything to be near you.
I would buy back our old house, broken down, dilapidated.
Loquat trees and rainbows removed.
Hammocks and honeysuckle given to the wind.
But where would you be?
Would you visit me...

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Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide...

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>I do not know if this classifies as poem as it is slightly religiously, political.


Muslims here, Muslims, there.
From Turkey might soon be everywhere.
Will they be from that peaceful faith?
And full of love, full of faith.
Turkey,...

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A large bowl, a portion of meat, and a six foot ladle were out one day on a country walk.  Playing with pebbles on a distant shore were the radiant seahorses. Dressed in hoop...

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Everyone she meets want to
sunbathe in her smiley face
My happy-go-lucky girl
with the sexy turnabout twirl
She’s got a wooing walking way,
sensual sway ... sultry sashay
And my adjectives get jealous
about her everyday
Office chatter gets whisper low
when my...

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Chaos erupted in beds of trucks
As victims ran and ducked, fragile
And scared, as if the gunman cared
As hot projectile tore through 59 souls
While another madman’s wicked 
Intentions remain untold, as to why 59 had
To die...enthralled...

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The Balmy Month of August

During those dog days of summer’s dream-rest,
When crops robust in days, that are hottest.
I sought to find my love peacefully asleep,
Under the shady oak tree canopy.

Luscious gladiolus witnessed my jest,
When I...

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Lovely days produce lovely nights
and the sunset that transitions them;
build memories of comfort and embrace

The flowers of the field are adorn with complexion
and fed by God's grace
Like a sunbathe in darkness
my skin glows shades of...

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My amorphous feelings clamber up the walls as I take a last look, 
then turning my head against my so-called “home” in the society 
whilst dreaming of the future I’ve been looking forward to since...

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The cliffs are being  eaten away 
By the constant pulsing tide.
Now just a short walk from the lane
When it  was once a short bike ride
To the edge where we used to 
Scrambled down...

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I whisper a touch of mystery
Across your expectant skin
Causing you to smile within
Reflecting on nightly dreams

I caress your eyes with hues
Of gold, amber and hazy blue
Reminding you of my freshness
Beckoning with beguiling dewdrops

I embrace the...

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We remember
We remember
we could follow swifts while winging
to and fro across clear skies.
We could hear each bird when singing
and watch them as they hopped nearby.

We remember
we could hear the humming of the bees,
dipping from each...

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Orchestra of ocean crashes
Seagulls soar high
Faint sounds of passerbys 

All of that
Comes nothing 
Than her eyes 
Twinkling at his

Chatting away
In their own world
They have each other other
Side by side

Little tease
In comfortable warmth
Laughter in the air

Secretly...

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The whiskers on a spotty dog are often akin to the stripes on blankets. And don't let it be said that onion peel is best served in a mustard bath with banana slices. Oh wow...

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I savor sunshine - its voracious heat
as I drizzle sweet lemonade
on my dehydrated tongue.

I dip my toes into the fondant
of lemon afternoon. You’ll find me
wading in the aquamarine swoon.

My coral-colored swimsuit, one piece
tease of a...

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