Long Sweeteners Poems

Poems about Things that Break I
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter: a bubble, glass, a mirror, a twig or tree limb, a thunderstorm, cities and towers in times of war, old...

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Poems about Things that Break III
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter: a bubble, glass, a mirror, a twig or tree limb, a thunderstorm, cities and towers in times of war, old...

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Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.

Because you...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf...

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Chorus x 2
It’s okay if my ego wears jacket
it’s nice if my resume plays drums
I’m endowed, dazzling and full
so let the world know my hands are a major part
of those holding  it.

1. A personality...

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Young as just a week,
He was wrapped in a flannel.
His tender feet were shoeless -
Today was his appointed time;
 His feet must dialogue with gods.

The frontage was kind
To the pews and table.
The priest stood before...

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There once lived a woman made of Jell-O. She jiggled and wiggled 
as she walked.  Invisible to most she was as clear as a window pane.  
She often wore her heart on her...

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Raining again, paper, pen,
switch on the kettle, sigh again.
Bread in the toaster, egg in the pan,
Dear sir or Madam, I don't think I can
write this missive, explaining circumstance,
it's too near the knuckle, to your tune...

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It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while...

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Maybe it was that last biscuit layered with butter and jam
or could it have been those sodas only around nine cans
Never just one bucket of extra crispy southern fried chicken
could make you feel bloated and...

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they come to you
as if honey-glazed & tip-toeing on
lilac petals

always smiling
always politely congratulating
for acts that anyone could really
do

squeaky clean with
sparkling white teeth that outshine
those found on toothpaste 
commercials

always agreeing with you
always going out of their...

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No Getting Back to Normal, a 9-11 Poem
by Michael R. Burch

for the survivors of 9-11

Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter...

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Break Time
by Michael R. Burch

for those who lost loved ones on 9-11

Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss....

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Sometimes for no apparent rhyme or reason
A sort of sinking feeling dampens the mind and heart
Not exactly, but somewhat similar to a nervous breakdown
Everything appears twisted, strangulated, and distorted
Extra show of kindness sometimes turns painful...

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He was my henchman, my minion, my stooge, and we both liked it that way.
But then he moved away with a new girlfriend, and became her henchman,
Leaving me to fend for myself.
And after all I...

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