Long Unadorned Poems

Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She...

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Perhat Tursun

Perhat Tursun (1969-) is one of the foremost living Uyghur language poets, if he is still alive. Born and raised in Atush, a city in China's Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, Tursun began writing poetry...

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These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …



Will There Be Starlight
by Michael R. Burch 

Will there be starlight
tonight
while she gathers
damask
and lilac
and sweet-scented heathers?

And will she find...

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Crazy Horse Monument

Up there! On the Black Hills Mountain, 1
A work in progress sculptured in granite,
Of a stern faced warrior, strong and determined, 2
Unadorned in a war bonnet, with his hair flowing in the wind,
And...

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Ever wonder where big ideas come from?

Memories of FDR
from newsreel clips -
a lion-headed striking man
with rakish grin,
jaw jutting proudly, 
signature cigarette holder
clenched in his teeth
tilted ever upward...
soaring to the heavens
as he cruises by
waving to admirers
in...

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“What concerns you,” he asked?
     “This one looks much like his kin, has he inherited other aspects of his father as well?”
     “Do you mean magic?”
The guard...

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(Rinpoche in Sarnath, 1987)

That’s What A Buddha’s Like

It’s hard to know where to start
when talking about the ineffable.

Maybe starting at the end is best.

It’s taken me a lifetime to appreciate
the little things, the simple, unadorned,...

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For My Children
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

As dawn's first blush ignites the eastern sky—a cool
Caress of dew upon the breeze—and the birds' serenade
Pierces the silence, their notes ascending high.
The mist, like a spectral ballet, pirouettes, twirling
In the...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 6: EVOLUTION

Singularity
by Michael R. Burch

Are scientists confounded like the ostrich?
Heads buried in the sand, they shout, *Preposterous!*
This universe, so magical, they say,
proves there’s no God. But let’s look anyway ...

He said, *Let...

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Pt.1
     Another dawn, another beginning of filling the hours of the day with despair and mundane longing to forget my troubled past.  Each day my mind is pulverized with agonizing...

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Before commiting to battle,
A wise warrior reviews the odds,
Determines the likelyhood of success,
And judges accordingly...

In my younger, gang years,
I at times deviated from this basic logic...
Such as the time I and fellow member,
Barry Bernstein (knicknamed...

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I  seek a better life far beyond depression
My mental state needs to be repaired
Along with it, I need compensation for being born;
I did not ask for it.

Till then shall love be but my peace...

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I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside...

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I took  a trip to Paris, France and of course I wanted to see all the attractions,
walk the boulevards, see the museums and art galleries, linger at an outdoor
cafe watching people stroll while ...

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ask yourself this:

do I, a romantic fool, dare
pretend to write of your perfect shape?
oh yes, I do … I must!
for your unadorned contours are
overwhelmingly staggering to
the naked eye, and if observed by the
average person this...

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In the bond between my father and me,
Best friends we stand, understanding silently.
He, aware of my literary love,
My passion for technology, soaring above.
A laptop, my haven, where life's stories unfold,
In its glow, my narrative, bright...

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Unrhymed tercets

The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with...

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Written: September 1st, 2023          
Would You Love Me If I Wasn't A Poet?             ...

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Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with darting eyes never...

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SHE INSPIRES ME TAINT NO PLAIN OLE NOR BEAUTIFUL WOMAN KNOWS MORE THAN THIS-KH

U know God done- He don’t make no mess!
Yawl! Know God don’t make NO MISTAKES
He made Woman
And she inspires me…

Ever she inspires...

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The wings beat against the cage 
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated 
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim 

The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames 
where conscious thought...

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The wings beat against the cage 
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated 
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim 

The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames 
where conscious thought...

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Without you my words are an unadorned poem. By poet.

At the edge of silence this soul screams,
unable to save the decaying flowers in her garden of deceit.
When her sadness is in love with me,
anchoring emotions...

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Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms; 
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams. 

Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint...

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