Long Unmentionables 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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MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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Date: December 2040

Damian is on the phone speaking 
With architects.  He made
Airline and hotel reservations.
 Soon Afterwards he went 
To Molly and caressed her away from
From a sweet dream. "Hey, baby girl."
He sat on...

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LOVE POEMS II

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the...

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Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in...

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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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PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
don't need to see your Fruit or your Looms
don't wanna see your buttocks in those..
Vincent Motega's don't wanna see your...

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Tom: Well, do tell? But like I said, I’m not a stranger. I’m a businessman; and more than that. Why, I could be just like a brother to you if you’d let me. Besides, I...

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Ok, I do not know if I should be telling you this,
It is somewhat embarrassing and you will probably laugh and hiss.

I went on holiday to the land of the free
Actually, it was America to...

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LITANY   OF   CAT   COMPLAINTS


Why so glum Rusty? Offered Max  as a tentative 
One-no-trump   opener.
     Well, it’s all down to you guys ...

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I'm named Delysia (sic) Patricia. This poem was 
inspired by Chris De Burgh's "Stripper" song.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABwDWwYX0Q4.

A buxom beaut
ill of repute
amply endowed with bits to spare
undoubtedly cute
without dispute
had a penchant her wares to lay bare
...

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She cries, 
there in the car next to me, 
moved so by how big the world is, 
how unimaginable others’ trials and tribulations are, 
how disconnected we all are. 
She remembers where she was; 
I...

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I searched the store with glee;
Going on a shopping spree
To find a gift for you from me
To place beneath the Christmas tree

The busy shoppers I did pass;
What should I get? I had to ask
So many...

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If she only knew what she could do?
We all see the problems that have blemished our door 
Missed holiday dinners where she left an empty plate 
Promises that were never kept 
Most of us would...

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Do you ever feel like you are losing your mind,
Stand up and speak ~ would you feel so inclined.
Enter a room and ask yourself why you are there,
Re-tracing every step, trying to become aware.
Or telling...

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With the onset of years
erstwhile crazy ideas
abandoned with caution and dread
now crowd my mind
no peace I will find
till my conscience lies neatly in shreds

Conscience, out the way
there's hell to pay
for too long I've toed the...

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No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)

We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black...

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Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on  an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle...

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This world is rife with obstacles,
Objects that play with the innocence of young hearts,
Inexperienced hearts,
Hearts that by any other description would be called pure,
Untouched and innocent.

Oh how I wish the world would recognise
These toying unknowns...

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You lost your home, you can stay with me 
It depends on your mood, sometimes you're a she and sometimes a he 
Don't leave your unmentionables lying around 
My sense of smell is like that...

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We move like we're navigating through cobweb strands 
draped from corners where loneliness hangs
we bend like warm  plastic, our bodies 
 conforming into just the right fit
the slightest move and I type
unmentionables...
floating between raindrops
and...

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I am whatever where ever
I am all Directions 
All circumstances every condition
For lack of a better word 
I am the notion within the motion

Let us move mountains let us
Start the shouting on our earth
Heavens worth...

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In this life you have to be prepared for unmentionables,
don't pretend they don't exist, can't have daisies, sunshine
all the time, my imagination or is it a female problem?
Guys are tough, don't care, poet plays to...

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The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed.
He opened the eyes of his wired covered head…
and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me
in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind
wondering if he...

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I've never talked about
When we caught you out

You were spotted in the car
Though the distance was quite far

In your mouth, a roll of paper?
Yes, we saw that little caper

When I dropped down to the club
Saw...

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