Long Untended Poems

The morning sun filters through dust-laden windows of the district education office like an unwelcome truth trying to penetrate wilful ignorance. Shelves buckle under the weight of untouched research journals like abandoned promises, their spines...

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Mayst tell them, though they leave a sacred land,
Where every inch with rich conception spanned,
With diligence, in Hades mayst they find
A path that to Elysian Fields doth wind.

So many burdens, all the Earth now mars;
So...

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Do plans take stock of what you’d give to be a better man,
and somehow you have trust it’s true that human dream’s a gift,
that life’s a blessing on bad days? The world sees Grace (or...

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What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch

Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch ... They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects swarm their leaves ...

They sway, bemused ... till rain falls...

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The Hay Meadow Creek divides my Parent's land
Its waters run clear and true
It then flows into the Prairie
Along untended Lincoln County lands.

The Prairie is a little wider
A little deeper too
Its banks are a little more...

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Hear me,
My voice complete, with its own Orginalality
Muffled by the reality of the Possiblity,That no one will even listen.
See me,
Past the physicality, Cause beauty is skin Deep,
And I keep In Mind, That my physical being...

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In the shadows of a lost cause, I lingered,
Yearning for moments that slipped away,
Selfishly trying to grasp one more second with you,
Knowing well the folly of such desires.
Now alone, the world takes on a sinister...

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THE ARRANGEMENT


    It's a dull, grey afternoon in the middle of October, with nothing much to commend about it. Last of the autumn leaves are falling from trees with the icy breeze,...

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Our relationship was fun but after all we've been through
I can finally say this is my last good-bye to you.
Almost two...

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   An anti-resolvent-fume-
of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield of humanity. 
Thick as molasses, blackstrap morass of emnity.

Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. 
A Void, a claim farming the abyss. 
Marketing it's lie, on sale. 
Though it has...

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DUSTY POET

Dust before donkey doomed 
            a wicked whirlwind 
grains of wisdom wrinkle 
          ...

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The Station was littered and in disrepair, 
'Out Of Order' signs bore witness. 
Discarded chewing gum and empty bottles, 
and the smells emanating from untended 
trash baskets... and in the midst 
of all this dislocation...

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"The breath of winter holds a hushed enchantment, a captivating stillness." Anna Islington

One frigid February day
            after a night’s snowfall
 had left my world...

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(Sir Frederick Treves, Victorian surgeon, has the
following claims to our respect: (1) he discovered
and cared for Joseph Merrick, "The Elephant Man":
(2) He followed the route in Italy of the characters
in Browning's "The Ring & the...

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Ecotone 

I did not plant the prairie tickseed that appeared among
The cultivated flowers of my garden and quickly dominated.
It seemed to say, “We live, still!

My house sits in a tension zone, an ecological “no man’s...

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Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down
Knifing in between, through volcanic haze 
Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns
Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day

Fuchsia blooms explode, steal attention
Pollens mingle on zephyr coastal breeze
Hallowed entry, this tropic dimension
Surf...

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Outside my window there is a tree that stands alone.
In the distance there are towering pines but no tree 
is near to this one. It stands wild and untended 
with thin branches intertwined in a...

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The Dragon Jar

What better place for fearsome beasts of fire
than airless thickets choked in green excesses
where weary soldiers stumble and aspire
for nothing more than living through the year?

Vast plantation harvests have all ended
death comes calling...

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Some day, someone will change all this.
The yard, no longer mine,
 having neither the work nor the fruits of my labor,
 will go unappreciated and require change.
The pond, once filling mewith joy and quiet peace...

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An earth in exhale of sigh, rising up, rising down in lungswell 

till the air and forest becomes flash paper dry

Eoning as its corner eye looks in disgust 

at the red flashed sky mirroring the...

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My poetry garden of late has lain untended and forlorn.
I succumbed to shock and dismay upon entering recently, for I observed that
great disagreement had erupted and now vehemently 
raged among adjoining unmade weed-filled beds of...

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The howling wind causes the unlatched shutter
to bang incessantly against the faded gray wood
The upstairs window, that the shutter shields,
has spider legs of cracked glass
A black widow house, if ever there was such a thing
All...

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I walked through the haunted 
house on the hill, 
through the untended garden first, 
a tangle of foxgloves and weeds,
claws of bracken the hands of the dead. 
Trees, stripped bare branches scratching 
bulging underbelly of...

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Way up there in the Colorado mountains at around 9000 feet,
There once was a thrivin' village that served as the county seat.
It was a boom and bust town that now lies in desolate shambles,
Its one-time...

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Old men in blue jeans

Dungarees – that’s what they were called,
heavy, blue denim, metal button fly -
form that followed function.  The “cuffs” were
rolled up because inseam sizing and “pre-worn”
softened and frayed only occurred if...

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