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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A mirror never reveals  
fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins;  
time unmutes raven melodies within,  
tawny tunes of truth~
   I once spoke in colorful dialects.  
Now, I trust just...

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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 on ungodly needs
in a gothic fortress 
of woeful odes,
surrounded by...

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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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As the sky weeps 
in periwinkle petals of 
multicolored roses,
rinsed in lemons, and lavender,
the poet within me 
releases a bougainvillea 
bouquet of unfiltered gratitude, 
swaying to the celestial duet
orchestrated by 
the angel of raindrops,
adorned in...

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When the sky is a 
   sequestered sanctuary,
and the clouds croon 
for sinking star-beams,
listen to the euphoric hymns of silence,
for seething storms throned 
beneath rainbow castles
shall never obscure the 
crystalline colors of compassion,
amidst...

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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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This heart~ a lovesick talisman
f l a r e s fallen sparks,
seeking Mayan glyphs of hope
amidst layered lace of halcyon,
illuminated with tears
of black diamonds,
    for the empires ruined
by the self-righteous kings
 ...

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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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When the dusk bleeds 
                     epitaph roses,
and the blackbird sings
     ...

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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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