Long Unconsoled 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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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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My God, why are you so quiet to your child?
You are noisy as trucks rumbling by remote
I see you in the terrors of the night glowing 
I taste you in the night cloying in my...

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I had hoped to beat the violent storm's shooting hail,
struggling through falling branches, some broken and some whole;
my mutt with a rigid tail growled steadily and pinned his teeth to my jeans,
and I stuck in...

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My transient small dreams magnified manifold, 
over mindscape wide wings of desire they grew, 
my constrained essence could no longer hold,  
turning to beguiled birds in ardent sky they flew. 

They soared to reach...

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To write! to truly write, to wield the pen
    as but a mere extension of the mind.
Yet contemplating, I am wont to find
    perhaps the glitch is buried there...

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My small dreams magnified so manifold, 
the wide wings of soaring desire they grew, 
the miniscule mind could no longer hold,  
turning to birds in ardent air they flew. 

They sailed to horizon rising...

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Villanelle: Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs

Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs
We drag our ego thrones saddled on stooping lean backs
Fiendish liege Lords’ furnace mouths whiplash at...

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My irrepressible awe is clearly seen
in the colors of the seasons,
when all becomes veneration,
at the sight of every superb constellation,
which stands above me like Heaven,
to turn my hallelujahs into prayers...



My irrepressible awe is felt in...

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the same each day - no different is my night
I yearn for light inside my dismal fold
The joy I seek eludes my feeble sight ......

My profile low - restrictions far too tight 
Of time and...

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A wrestlers kapi pup born in the town of Porapoo
Red Dog~The Pilabara wonderer with lurid tales' legion
A bold spirited canine he, an Aussie through and through
Roaming free the red earth of the wide Northwestern region

He...

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Angrily, rain enfolds the insular rise of lawn undulating. 
Anglers dream, envious fishermen, inside looking out urging 

apostles, who elope within imaginary onslaughts, hooked unburdening's.
Aloft, thunder encounters lightening's insistent taunt, oracles fearsome uttering's.

And still, each...

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I looked at you
Pity seeps through my soul
How could anyone leave you in hunger
Leaving you with sadness unconsoled

I looked at you with tearful eyes
I knelt down, stroking you gently
I put food right before you
Hoping it...

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Goodbye my love 
                        all thoughts… 
     ...

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The Lingering and the Unconsoled Heart
by Michael R. Burch
 
There is a silence—
the last unspoken moment
before death,
 
when the moon,
cratered and broken,
is all madness and light,
 
when the breath comes low and complaining,
and the heart...

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This was for keeps for all we knew
so far away so long ago
I really fell in love with you
before you played the second show

White lace and grace and promises
Beguile?  Belong?  Betroth?  Beseech?
it's...

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"
I have walked the silent paths of grief
Sunless,dreary,cold and all alone.
I have slept on beds of winter leaves.

I know that death’s a greedy starving thief.
Although my heart weeps and my joy has gone.
I have never...

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The Lost Doll Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
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Barbie was its name…
To me how it came…
Difficult to proclaim!

By its side, I used to sit,
Leaving it not for a bit…
This, I promptly admit!

Call it not a doll,...

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I can't believe that 
my good mistress' 
gone.
she came,she 
saw,she lived,she 
worked and died.
But duties of her is 
yet to be done.
That's why I'm 
weeping while long I 
cried.


She is now call 
among the 
dead,she's...

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I feel soft ghostly hands around my throat

That want to pull me to the  darkest deep

My husband cannot leave or be remote

He wishes me to join him in his sleep.

 

I shall resist for...

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Too much heartache, 
   too many tears,
   too many wastefully taken lives in the world.

All encompassing and smothering aching pain
   I have to shut it out and off, 
fading...

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a salted tongue
    the truth
         unsung
  grit in teeth
            silence speaks
 ...

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