Long Supermodels Poems

Poems about Poems (II)

Kin
by Michael R. Burch

for Richard Moore

1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss?
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any atmosphere,
but closest here...

2.
You seek an air
so clear,
so rarified
the effort leaves...

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The Making of a Poet
by Michael R. Burch

While I don’t consider “Poetry” to be my best poem—I wrote the first version in my teens—it’s a poem that holds special meaning for me; I call it...

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No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur...

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before...

here where you have...

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The State of the Art (I)
by Michael R. Burch

Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?

Are poets lacking fire,
their words too trite and forced?
What happened to desire?
Has...

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Sonnets XVII-XXIV

Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch

The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
of long-forgotten...

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MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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just within reach?

things!
lots of things!

stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even one 
consonant or one vowel he wrote.
with an artist who...

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Poems about Poets VI

beMused
Michael R Burch

Perhaps at three
you'll come to tea,
to have a cuppa here?

You'll just stop in
to sip dry gin?
I only have a beer.

To name the greats:
Pope, Dryden, mates?
The whole world knows their names.

Discuss...

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She said that she is not that pretty
And she doesn't go to the gym or exercise
She said that she's a little on the chubby side
And she likes her burgers and French fries

She said why to...

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If I had luck with a guitar
I would pluck you a gentle tune 
If I had been blessed with a soothing voice
I would play you the sweetest melody

I would carve you an effigy of love
If...

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when he was younger &
the spice of the moment
the cameras did capture him a million times over
his music made the charts 
his paintings sold for way more than they could ever have been worth &
the...

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Progress
by Michael R. Burch

There is no sense of urgency
at the local Burger King.

Birds and squirrels squabble outside
for the last scraps of autumn:
remnants of buns,
goopy pulps of dill pickles,
mucousy lettuce,
sesame seeds.

Inside, the workers all move
with the...

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Digital dose of pixels, my world of intrigue 
where a front camera flashes my pretty face
Shares a picture-perfect life of travel, friends, love
like supermodels patronize, in thousands of poses.
Naive wishes sulking ,"It's still not good...

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I’m so madly in love, 
I don’t even know what to write

I’m also heartbroken
Since what’s in my heart, isn’t right

It’s wrong
It should be a sin

How am I going to tell this tale?
Where do I begin?

I...

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The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting  feasting + dancing diversions
Love  exquisite  reflection  in  the  mirror 
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows...

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You know, they say thou shalt not steal
And thou shalt not kill
But everything that seemed fictional
Has now become real
Send kids overseas
To fix the governments mistake
Guns and bombs exploding
Is how they shall wake
Taking what you can
And...

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They line up like supermodels...just as thin...
illuminate the tar carpet below them...stand in a motionless pose.
 The fashion theme must be glitter fountains...they weep like a sun shower
...I try not to trip over the beams. You can hear this...

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THINGS  I  DON’T  WANT  TO  KNOW


In romantic dramas where boy meets girl, maybe his  ex,
How many times or in what position they have sex.
In action scenes of battle or...

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Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch

The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
of long-forgotten volumes...

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So I’m always perplexed when I listen to Ani DiFranco singing “I’m not a pretty girl.” I never got that because I always thought she was a pretty girl.  Maybe I’m quirky that way....

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