Long Tarnish 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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State of the Art (II)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer 
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline...

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She stood with her back turned to me
Leaning slightly towards where the light tapered off into darkness
Her faced buried deep inside her cupped hands 
Her own shadow towered over her seemingly at odds with her...

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Ali's Song
by Michael R. Burch
for Muhammad Ali

They say that gold don’t tarnish. It ain’t so.
They say it has a wild, unearthly glow.
A man can be more beautiful, more wild.
I flung their medal to the river,...

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Finding a new hiding place
the grass cutters cherish
not taking advantage is deemed extremely foolish.

Taking note of the lady who seems Scottish 
and protected by her beauty and charisma 
is a situation meant for me to...

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{"I wish somebody, some entity would’ve told me, even warned me with the intuitiveness that lies within the motherly instincts, the nature of humanity without malevolent reluctance. 
That lying in the darkness for whom which...

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Neither a fable, 
Nor a tale, 
This is a fact,
A story to tell,
To everyone, female and male.
To generations, younger and frail.

About a threat, a monster from the East,
That struck the world like a beast,
Attacked Europe...

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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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I, heart on sleeve ... proudly? I suppose, in a contrite way ...
          but it's beyond my breadth to control, so it is what it IS.
...

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Where does the country go from here?
There’s still remnants of anger, dejection and sadness
Continuing to ponder this mental madness
Our identity of blackness is about to come to the brink
As we ponder the negative results, just...

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It seems just like yesterday not even gravity would take me off the earth
But when you took me into your arms, you changed it all

Scenes keep locks on the sound of love
I feed on riddles...

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My Final Echo

I am letting go, I am giving up on you, us, the future…
I hope you won’t feel like I’m depriving you the chance to voice out your opinions 
I trust and have faith...

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JAH'S Chosen ONE:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
All praise and thanks be unto JAH. 
Let's go.... 
VERSE 1:
Many at times me try cover your shame,
And I no need you to do same.
But you always dey tarnish...

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Placed 9th in :
No. 1238 New Poems Only
Sponsored by Brian Strand   

 Since her birth on the mount               ...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly...

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Ali’s Song
by Michael R. Burch

They say that gold don’t tarnish. It ain’t so.
They say it has a wild, unearthly glow.
A man can be more beautiful, more wild.
I flung their medal to the river, child.
I flung...

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Christian has been a privileged child with his own bedroom and toys

To build mighty mansions and palaces strongholds turrets and dreams 

Sometimes fantasy figures in a world that was powerful only for some


‘It teaches the...

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Crystal Bowl

A gold fish swimming round and round.
	His world of glass is all surround.
Round and round, day and night
        every round, reunite.
Day after day, night after night,
	Everywhere he...

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And was it not foretold from the days of my youth
Your lives predicted in an absolute truth.

You, Young Nick, spawn of the Old Nick, do that which you must do.
Do it quickly.
You have put it...

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When the days become so tiring and the mind does not want to rest
Many thought race in the midst of the mind where it gathers
Torn from reality comes the moments that rest unlocks
Bearable to see...

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The prince loves his princess and their guillotine
It came at a handsome price but that’s alright 
Stars and moons are laid before her majesty 
Heads roll when she lifts her dainty finger
Of course a palace...

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REFLECTIONS ON POSTWAR AMERICAN PRESIDENTS
 
Truman became President by accident, which
probably explains why, on the whole, he did a good job.
Eisenhower, deprecated as an inveterate bungler,
a shillyshallying,  grinning incompetent,
is now beginning to emerge as...

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Of Waters Upon Skin

Tormented nights has become my only source to stay alive
Nights passing without love… without dreams
No more in reality may I find comfort to breathe to survive
With without the curse, I’m only to...

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"Gardener Of Love"

I'm not rich with money
And be, I never will
For it's not a path I've chosen
Nor in my garden, till.

Other things matter most
And always will to me,
Things born of Love 
Our eyes can never...

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I was less than the spark at the start of the flame,
When You fashioned my cage out of Truth's rules and morals.

I was fresh from the morning and sparkling with dew,
When the breath of Your...

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