Long Throned Poems

Sonnets LXI-LXX

Erin
by Michael R. Burch

All that’s left of Ireland is her hair?
bright carrot?and her milkmaid-pallid skin,

her brilliant air of cavalier despair,
her train of children?some conceived in sin,

the others to avoid it. For nowhere
is evidence of...

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It might become too ironically
and iconically embareassing
to admit
I am taking a (s)hit
while exploring
my latest
and perhaps final 
nutritional surmise
compressing peak climax 
surprise

A well-capitalized
Systematic Theology
of EcoLogical Systems
is not such 
an inviting much
of a moving title

Yet herein
we might...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film,       
 veiling v i n...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
thick skin gone thin
it softly...

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Sappho, fragment 58
loose translation by Michael R. Burch 
 
Pain
drains
me
to
the
last
drop
.



Sappho, fragment 130 (Lobel-Page 130 / Voigt 130)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Eros, the limb-shatterer,
rattles me,
an irresistible
constrictor.



Sappho, unnumbered fragment
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

What cannot be...

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Poems about Poets IV



The Princess and the Pauper
by Michael R. Burch

for June Kraeft

Here was a woman bright, intent on life,
who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye
and drew him, powerless, into her spell
of...

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Long ago there lived a little  princess with her parents, The King Of Icy Mountains and  The Queen Of Peaks. Life was blissful with a very happy kingdom. Princess Star had her own...

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... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting...

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Hymn to Aphrodite
by Sappho
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Immortal Aphrodite, throned in splendor!
Wile-weaving daughter of Zeus, enchantress and beguiler!
I implore you, dread mistress, discipline me no longer
with such vigor!

But come to me once again in...

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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
           ebony rose 
in satan's grasp,
kneeling...

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I gaze beyond 
the silver winged 
     heart of 
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors 
    in warm cashmere
    bows of midnight. 
Whilst lava lamps
  ...

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
I think I made you up inside my head.
-Sylvia Plath

I see no reason to rhyme, 
but an aching...

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I gaze beyond 
the sky of sapphires,
waiting for a
spark of sailing light,
listening to 
the balmy breeze~
they kiss the 
rays of silver,
with tales of 
my eclipsed past. 

Maybe tonight dandelion 
wind will dance in sync~
to sunset...

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The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom-
Maya Angelou


Reality may be a...

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On his throne he sits
In armour adorn
The father of Semaj
Who one day will be sworn
 
This hunter of demons
Of his people he protects
Generations of allegiance
Infinitive elect
 
All Semaj has learnt
Has been handed down
Through blood lines...

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“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before”
Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven.



I’m sitting on the cusp
of blazing silence,
watching thick
sullen clouds 
swerve in...

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. . . = . . . + . - . """
Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune...

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Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune into remarks made by flying bull carriers. When accompanying a large...

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Forest bronze of bright supernal splendor
Dazzling us with your light
We rapture at your magic and wonder
While our hearts dance in flight
For here amidst rainbow sparks man's desire
Find God throned in frailed citadels of fire

And old...

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The night falls deeper
And the pain anguishes 
In the embracing laughter
The dewing ire of happiness
Falls in my lap
After the long showers of saddening
In the shady cave
The decked up soothings
Are the pebbles to play
The halting heartbeats
Traced...

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As I listen to the voices in my head 
each one a tone 
a hue of a different deity, 
enthroned in bone n FLESH!

Carved in my Death... 
I listen to the images 
in the deepest...

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No rift in the unthawing ice
The sled took dark matter over crystals of snow
Here the water's thin bonds sufficed
And the one who led was the one who should know
There was no glory in the game
For...

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The King stares out, beyond the white balcony
While he sits in his golden throne
Looking over all that he owns and controls; which in the King's power-driven mind includes
the stars and galaxy

The King peers out, over...

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So pemped up with aggression
Hindering my thought processes
Heart is sinking low to deep to mess with
Head stretched n
Scalp finger nail pressed in
More wound up than a spool of thread
My death is in front of my...

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Look
Take a peek at the mirror what do u see
Something else
Yes a difference from then n now with me
Incomplete 
Yes 
Depleted from activities that increase the cavity of creativity n inspire a reach that can...

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