Long Unbuttoning Poems

Salve
by Michael R. Burch

for the victims and survivors of 9-11

The world is unsalvageable ...
but as we lie here
in bed
stricken to the heart by love
despite war’s
flickering images,

sometimes we still touch,

laughing, amazed,
that our flesh
does not despair
of love
as...

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The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief

Potential life of as juvenile delinquent
(ala bam mean future streetwise thug)
stopped dead in the tracks – manacles
the above two lines hopefully gives hint
nearly changing changing life of one boy
an undersized...

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"The Name and Blue Sky on a Sunlit Friday Morning"




“There is something missing,” he announced.
“Oh,” She said, “in what way?”
“Well, “Love”? I wonder where it is, in all of this?”

A breeze moved hauntingly through the...

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Erotic Poems I

Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch

Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.


Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch

I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained hid-
den! 


Mini-Ode to...

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   LizPiggo didn't answer, 
she just handed the money over to the 
Chinese lady and nestled into the quadruple 
wide booster seat the Chinese lady had placed 
for her. She liked LizPiggo. LizPiggo...

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Now scores of years 
after botched minor theft penchant 
courtesy security guard
analogous to inquisitorial trenchant
unforgettable verbal lashing
(suppressing me ululation to vent)
unwittingly arresting snitch behavior
plus potential life of crime.

Not a peep passed thru 
pursed lip o'...

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It could have been a beautiful memory to write down

Walking hand in hand with mama

My long brown french pleats  bouncing in the wind 

My new red plastic boots ready to be shown.


Reaching high upon...

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Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch

I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained hid-
den!

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Less Heroic Couplets: Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch

Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.

***

Negligibles
by Michael...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)

Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but...

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A golden butter melting on warm toast,
tasting of home, a soft gasp wrapped 
in sweet memories, a heart held lightly 
by rays of summer sun, unbuttoning a gray,
crying sky that once poured icy rain. 
...

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They say I’m sensitive
Negative connotation
A shroud they want to wrap me in
And put the blame on me
It’s only a joke, you see
Overly sensitive
That’s me

I smile
Positive connotations, my wile
Oh…I’m OVERLY sensitive
It’s true
The throbbing and pulsing
That makes...

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She’d been depressed at seeing how her parents had aged in just a couple of years. She hadn’t really contemplated time much before, it had seemed an endless resource.

Seeing her lying listlessly in bed, he...

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August wind, glass moon,serendipity...
two chairs gazing at each other in tender flow.
Hundred miles away, clouds gather
to fondle the opening and closing
of after- midnight refrains,
both trespassing a continental divide
to awaken upon scrolls of ramblings
united by the...

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Approaching Storm
     

by Edmund Siejka


It was unexpected
For what everyone thought 
Would be a mild April
That no one saw it coming.

The first signs
Came over the horizon
Thick grayish fingers 
Slowly inching towards us
A...

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Waiting At The Train Station
     by Edmund Siejka


Not far away 
From the train station
Is a distant river
Deep 
Cobalt grey 
Churning it’s way between
Snow covered banks.

To the right
Towering above the tree lines
Is...

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i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds

soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry

worn 
by the roots 
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs

trying to catch
a flying_fox

there has always 
been a silent 
soft echoed
beauty

dancing on the tides
from down
under

perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous...

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Strong feelings flow off, spirit low falls
How free she can be when her emotions are released
Passion flows like twinkling stars, burning balls.
Sensuality comes from deep within the being, a beast!

Amor hits, stays, spreading clasps hearts...

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As the clouds walk our grounds
Falling rain plays the drummer
Peeking from the horizon
The sun rubs against my skin
Leaving a burn
Cars yell out of sight
Headlights wink in my eyes
I walk with a struggle
Getting by the wind
As...

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Somewhere along waxed moonglow,
he is there
like a sweet aftertaste on my lips;
through warm fingers he groans
as silence closes my eyelids...
and even the pang that he leaves
becomes a flame in itself.
And what is compelling
about the musk...

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Scent of roses and carnations, ooze
from her short flower dress;together with the smell of her body,
he finds her so irresistible. Her hair, blowing in the wind;
inviting eyes; a body shaped like an hour-glass; her voice....
all...

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twas the night before christmas
i was alone in the house
off in the bedroom
unbuttoning my blouse

while drawing the curtains
i heard a big thud
peered out the window
to see santa donned in mud


without hesitation i threw on my...

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To feel the curve and fullness of your hips
My tongue sinking inside your pearly lips
Feeling the soft hard tissue of your twins
Swell of your chest promises more wins
Smell of yobody floats beneath my nose
Sweet fragrance...

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She lays there
Unable to move
Afraid to breathe
Eyes closed tight. 
She knows she drank to much
But not that much.
His hot breathe is on her skin
His hands moving down her body
She silently mumbles no
And clenched her legs...

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On this February day
All around the world
So many hearts
In so many twirls

Roses and chocolates
Presents of love
There will be joins of two
Like hands in a glove

Candlelit dinners
Champagne on ice
Dressed to impress
Perfumes will entice

Slow ballads play
Whispers in...

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Enlisting the charms 
of the fire,
in wistful music 
I spoke from the lyre


Entrancing the beckoning
to his knees,
this bubbling lust
is slightly freed


A trail of whisper
licks my ear,
drawing me close
to hold me near


Touching a rose
tips the peaks,
a...

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