Long Unharvested Poems

The Original Sin: Rhyming Haiku!
 
Haiku
should never rhyme:
it’s a crime!
-Michael R. Burch
 
The herons stand,
sentry-like, at attention ...
rigid observers of some unknown command.
-Michael R. Burch
 
Late
fall;
all
the golden leaves turn black underfoot:
soot
-Michael R. Burch
 
Dry leaf...

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Haiku Variations
by Michael R. Burch

This is a poem composed of haiku-like stanzas:


Variations on the Seasons I
by Michael R. Burch

Lift up your head
dandelion,
hear spring roar!

How will you tidy your hair
this near
summer?

Leave to each still night
your lightest...

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 Here's to those who
        Don't get the kudos they deserve:
              Perhaps you're too humble,
...

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(an All Poetry feat to walk in 
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)

Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much of North America favored rustic

visual whirled wide webbed watercolor
waiting afield...

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Black rose,
your soul aerates
an ebony, sweet calamus fragrance
Paved over by concrete of regret ...
unharvested time lost, never again to get
Delicate black rose,
a beautiful flower died in the field of Goshen
Smothered by careless neglect ...
We who...

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...carries the wilted weight of autumn
                             ...

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It is hard to take back the things said
Hard for the storks hovering in the air to vanish beyond the longing of the times 
Once the bullet is extracted from the wound 
Do not throw...

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Africa, 

Upon this vantage pedestal I see you, 

i gaze from this hollow quest, 

away from the home of my ancestors, 

a sojourner for a time, 

I yearn, 

to tread again the beautiful climate of...

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Henry, you tried and tried and tried —
turkey legs and beer kegs of great import*
Did they get between you and the ladies,
             ...

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It is anything and everything
   The song of the soul singing within
      A child’s laugh playing their games
         The suns...

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Long-time neglect morphs into degradation

     A sad sight of a deserted dwelling; a burning eyesore

  Tantamount to sown seeds of dreams forgetting to sprout

      ...

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Road noises rise like precautionary tales
Heat shimmering on the roadway ahead
Straight as an arrow from past to future
Seen through tunnels of unharvested grain
Punctuated by power-producing windmills
Turning slowly, nowhere signs of coming rain
Occasionally a railroad crossing...

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