Long Unhallowed Poems

It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give...

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It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give...

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A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly
In the pitch-black starless and cold empty night sky 
Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of 
Pure innocence, light, and goodness . . . .

Fear...

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‘ Monsters, Among Us … ’

 Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
  Expose The Wake of  Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and Vile-Beasts That Bay
 Begone, to Taboo, Grounds, Unhallowed …

… for...

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my angel, fallen ...

            gossamer linen, violet lace
                window-dressing...

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I wonder if god called upon you
                            ...

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* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

            ~

my Angel, fallen ...

 ...

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Part 3:          AT HEAVEN’S GATES

To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of...

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A Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon

A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly
In the pitch black starless and cold empty night sky 
Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of 
Pure innocence, light,...

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continued 

The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood 
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while 
Destroying their lives...

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Accurséd be the refuge of Baneberry Hall,
For those who shelter there,
Where the lingering spirits stalk the night
From depths of great despair;
And the walls they breathe as tho’ of life
From her ruins upon the tor,
For those...

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*****Anyone who knows my poetry knows how I often use Greek mythology in my works. This poem revolves around the idea of the moon longing to become 'into being' so as to be with Venus,...

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I’m going to each of my suitemates' rooms. One at a time, methodically. I pause, for dramatic purpose, until I have their full attention. Once I have it, I rushingly, excitedly, breathlessly say, “I’M getting...

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Memories of troubled, sunless days
have passed over my solitary place,
and with much expectancy, I predict lasting peace
with stiller waters for a calmer heart full of awerness;
tomorrow will not fail me, I will know a good...

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Ever wondered how unhappiness
got hold of this unchangeable destiny,
or how powerlessness was repressing every joy?
This isn't a quick-fix, but a solution with a promise...
to transform the soul that seeks out sympathy,
and no obscurity will hide...

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In her sweet palace Venus dreamed a million loves....

   ....and blew many a kiss from rainbow terraces above,

   oft in the jealous gaze of Silver Joy,  the 'Elven Moon' 

...

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Wakes are supposed to be a tradition where friends and family pay their respects to the
deceased. On this point, I do not disagree. However, I find certain aspects of this custom
unnecessary and unnerving.
Just the atmosphere...

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I plea with my woes to leave my head alone, 
alas they leave my croaking soul slain. 
At night I sleep with my tears along the ill-faded pillow, 
as I try to fight the battle...

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A well of crystal clear water, untainted potentiality 
Dug deep in the ground by a house of motionless morality
Refined, dainty dwellers of the house were abounding
But howling winds of doubt on the door came a...

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 Was he wrong to suggest
“All poetry, in a way, is about death.”
He was in such earnest
I was obsessed with that research

One may write of the loss of family:
Usually a parent, more unusually of a...

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Graveyard

I arose, my eyes open, though it was not what I chose
Eyelids rotten, which did not close
Forced to behold, a fate unforetold, 
merely whispered by the foolish and the bold.

An unhallowed grave, a darken tomb.
Awakening...

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Never spoke to a dying tree...
feeling its grief, consoling its sorrow?
I've heard many trees afflicted
with the mockery of being too old, 
of serving no purpose for Nature,
but is everything they do not seen by us?


I...

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No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
When each rose petal fell heavy like monsoon rain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose

Buried on unhallowed ground, on wanton rows,
With her unborn fatherless child, she was...

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Stark silhouetted silent trees, like gravestones mark the ground,
where disquiet souls of long lost men, in mists of death abound.
A silence binds the fearful minds of all who enter here,
and senses scream against the fear...

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In superhuman ability or the golden ring sought 
filling the lungs to capacity into the waves besot 

Faster and deeper into the depths sleek as if born to this world
Seeing what few will ever as...

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