Long Unsound Poems

Rumors
How we arrived at where we are
By Franklin Price
05/03/2020

By now you've heard the rumors
How Covid-19 came to Earth
How it did not come here naturally 
How Wuhan, China gave it birth

Maybe aided by our government
To make...

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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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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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Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She...

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Afternoon musing, not quite content,
Wondering where the time all went -
The time not really given, only lent.

The first day of fourth grade,
In the next desk a new girl stayed,
With honey colored hair all in a...

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(continued previous part 1)

The duke then: “Tell now: of others indeed
Some Latin among sinners do you know 
Behind pitch?”. And he “I  had to secede,

It’s not much, from one who near had to stow.
I...

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Sonnets V-IX



Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch

The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse... warm, palpable and slow...

once...

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Nexus had not yet reached the other side
When we started to enter in a wood
On which no any sign of pathway lied. 

No green fronds,, but grey dusky color stood;
No smooth branches, but all with...

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Days like these...the days that drag on and on
If only it was quiet everywhere
if only it were quiet inside my head
Too bad, so sad
this carefully orchestrated area of noise
is just part of the elements that...

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"Two Worlds Split"



One world 
fell into unlit hues 
black swallows 
black dogs their consort
murderous their crows
black wings of darkest blue

dark knight,
their oceans
locked in 
another's,
lost eternally,
dark nighted

corralling 
the purple heart bruised,
deadly nightshades pierce
the shadows hiding
under the...

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Pointed Art
Michael R. Burch

The point of art is that
there is no point.
A grinning, quick-dissolving cat
from Cheshire
must have told you that.

The point of art is this—
the hiss
of Cupid’s bright bolt, should it miss,
is bliss
compared to Truth’s...

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It was a sight that I could not forsee
Ambushed by my own men at morning hour
Hands tight with cord and naked from the waist
A mean air on the Bounty blew unkind
It was the troubled wind...

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Q  Why did God create some human vessels for honor and others for wrath?

A  Just as a potter created some vessels for beauty and others for chamber
    pots, containing human's...

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puzzling with all the words in the order
and changing them - around, and 'round again
effecting or affected by affective disorder
to sound around some pleasing refrain

what's to be gained, again, a chorus refrain
chanted softly by the...

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"Fits the Need" 


All people want 
is a stable house
a place to call their "safe" home

to "LIVE"
outside of all cages -
free

live life 
how "we" 
were meant to feel

to have no hell 
continually raising chaos
in this...

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A cosmic event, singular and grandiose,
the Big Bang blast of the prime particle, the condensed light,
created mass in an instant that accreted by the nascent gravity
in the nebulous galaxies and in the flaming stars
of the...

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The children clustered 'round him drawn like bees to nectaries, 
for pleasant were his stories and they felt so much at ease. 
His mates though thought them nuisances and should be chased away; 
the stranger...

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As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more urinary;
And as cloudiness, not of mind, but of that which...

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Some things change and some things won’t.
Some people care and others just don’t.
The situation I’m in unmistakably changed,
for one I was close to has now been estranged.
I was told when younger to think on my...

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Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can't we have any one quality of poetry we...

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DEMONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


There are scenes we encounter on a daily basis
Worn out shoes, dirty clothes and unshaven faces
A man unwashed and dirty, acting  erratic
Joined by a likewise, both living nomadic
They’ve just emerged from across...

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Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
 
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse: warm, palpable and slow;
once...

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"what if a black hole was a higher form of light..."

... in some ways, I believe this to be true, not knowing why, when or who I might have
seen, read or heard such a thing...

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Your throne awaits your ascension oh my Queen!
Aye, retreat to this immutable secretive place
rise, yes come forth from your lethal darkness
from shadows and bask in eternal rooted glory!

Ruler of my emotions I beseech you to...

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A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank

key teachers approximately
     42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago...

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