Long Unobtrusively Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems V

Poetry
by Michael R. Burch

Poetry, I found you
where at last they chained and bound you;
with devices all around you
to torture and confound you,
I found you—shivering, bare.

They had shorn your raven hair
and taken both...

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Poems about Poems III

Radiance
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus?hard toil?
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes?dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea but...

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“Inside the Great Halls of Us”



Inside 
The Great Halls of Us,
there resides a ghost 

IT hides in plain sight,
waiting quietly, alone, 
in our dark

there, IT holds ITs light,
to draw us further in,
we nervously laugh IT...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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The Cold Doorknobs 

I.
I am sure there will be that profound moment in time
when the dog out back will stop its incessant yapping,
Its unrelenting impulse to belch out its interminable wails, 
alas, to inform its...

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Brackish-gurgling days that
Unobtrusively slid along
Past tussock grass and curled up 
Balls of Fern...
Glued tightly onto structured vanes
Of outstretched frond.
Venerable Mosses reciting epic tales,
Measured throughout Metronomical 
Strains,
Chanting methodically in harmonious
Downturn - 
Wherein contained: 
Foreboding dialects delivered...

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I went to a nearby park
to a bench I knew with a view.
Seated there was a fine-looking woman
she had the purest white hair.
Sitting at one end unobtrusively, I at the other,
after a time, she turned...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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These Hallowed Halls
by Michael R. Burch

I

A final stereo fades into silence
and now there is seldom a murmur
to trouble the slumber
of these ancient halls.

I stand by a window where others have watched
the passage of time, alone,
not...

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A Hint at What Is Beautiful : 
Lovely is the 'bless your heart' 
Wrapped with appreciation, 
Offered to peace inclined individuals 
Who make a special effort 
To nurture shrapnel singed casualties 
In the midst of...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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...inspired by 'Portrait of a Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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A Father Clock chimes from a wall in the dining room, refreshing the idle couple that waited.
It was not as if they were reminded of some pressing appointment or some devoted chores that was delegated.
The...

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Smart Phone And Sleep Walker

Going viral in the social media that is Whatsapp..
A cute little girl in bed engrossed in playing her smart phone in the night..
The hour was late, she was to be fast...

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I stare at the stark darkness ahead,
My hands squeeze the steering wheel
While a simple trepidation musters its way to my heart
The road is long, my headlights keeping shadows in check
I see the smooth path, intrigued...

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On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light...

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On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light...

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Memory, oh sweet memory, 
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.

Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart...

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My mum and I made many scrapbooks over the years.
To find inspiring and interesting pictures was not hard
And most magazines got past my mothers sense of decorum
And her duty to protect me from scantily clad...

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A fire blazes behind the veil 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This veil I wear
is not made of cloth
for no fabric could withstand
the incendiary passion
I command

It's self-imposed
not forced
no man's hand
would dare cover me
yet here I am
swathed in these layers...
folds of...

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An Open Debate, We Await...

Hohoho.....

Someone is so full of himself and sounded so arrogant...
So full of self importance to come across as belligerent...

Issuing an open challenge for a public debate any time and place in...

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Wending my way down a country road in my air-conditioned car,
In yon vale a weathered church steeple beckoned me from afar.
'Twas Sunday morning and the clarion peal of its bell caught my ear.
There stood a...

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My mind is a mystery,
It knows all that I know
scaring me out of my wits.

Methinks,
I cannot hide my thoughts—
That’s insane!
Why would anyone know
my innermost thoughts?
Least of all, my mind!
That’s between my 
soul and my conscience,
Why...

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miasma of despair
       motionless
         matter-of-fact
in brooding silence
              ...

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For PD's Collaboration Contest
August 28, 2015

By: Eileen Manassian 

Thank you for this string of pearls 
What a beautiful sight! 
Right?
Yes.....a sheer delight. 
You look surprised! 
You gifted them to me 
Can't you see? 
This beautiful...

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