Long Vetch Poems

Rejection Slips 2

The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
 
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
 
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,

the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
 
the face in the...

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PERPETUAL PETALS
The
bouquet
of autumn,
lasts but a short
while-
but
real
flowers live-
that spring from our
soul
to
sprinkle
here and there
in posies of
love-
such
coloured
aromas,
garland others'
day
SPRING
Purple vetch and ribwort plantain
Jostle lush clover in English rain

Dogrose dotted on a briared sprawl
prickly as it meandrs tall

Speaking volumes of...

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We raised our sights in the autumn season,
brilliant and vivacious shades, full of life.
Vivid crimson, scarlet, rust, and yellow rife,
The maple trees in the grove praised the region.

Getting a clear grasp of the near atmosphere,
hear...

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Blossom of baby's breath,soft white gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass with purple vetch & ribwortplantain, clover in English rain.Scabious,burnets buttefliesand bees...

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FEEDING  HORSES


She was four years old
Apples in bulging pockets from garden trees
Cold day in autumn
Stroll down to Paddy Sands’s horse pasture


Stop at five-bar gate and lift her up
Call or whistle - they come from...

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FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 3
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow
rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.
Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch & ribwort plantain,clover
in English rain.Scabious,burnets butteflies
and bees...

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The Glass Eye

My window is an eye on the morning stretch. 
Raspy green grasses tangle up in the vetch.
A mama quail runs down the soft red clay path.
Her fat round babies edged to the drain...

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Follow the track with the scenic view,
into the wood with a carpet blue.

Between clumps of gorse in yellow garb,
along a path baked summer hard.

Around shadu ponds that teem with life,
rush and sedge amidst tall loose...

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Doppelgänger
by Michael R. Burch
			
Here the only anguish
is the bedraggled vetch lying strangled in weeds,
the customary sorrows of the wild persimmons,
the whispered complaints of the stately willow trees
disentangling their fine lank hair,

and what is past.

I find...

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What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face

With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta...

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THE PASSIONLESS REVOLUTIONARY


A ragged impulse – the scrivener’s tetch
truncated our conversation on the working
class.  Your brief was their craft
was their art, which liberation lost
to them: mine was an impounded version
of the waggoner’s instance, the...

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By Fatmir Terziu

The vetch of autumn awoke me. Tears of Peace
crawling on the Scythian glass
left its grey charm,
hastily gaining a stealthy hand
over the darkened face of the sky,
then instantly signing
for less darkness. 
Arrogant over the...

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Prayer, a tide of washing's wane
confers rancor's disdain
that when a spirit fastens me
upon annoyance lame,
the bitter vetch is carried off
like dust per aft the rain,
and I am saved to fill the cup
of Holiness again.

But when...

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Folks who make life out of Vetch,
For their farms heading on ketch,
Their future they sometimes sketch;
None thinks he’s the truest wretch,
For labor does some hope fetch,
Though, Vetch would their choosers stretch…

Now, Hot Debates in the...

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