Long Wanda Poems

Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream,
when winter scowls,
when nights compound dark frosts with snow ...
Where...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems IX

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school student and during my first two years of college.

Shock
by Michael R. Burch

It was early in the morning of...

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From ashes of Sokovia, a twin sister rose,
With powers of chaos and psionic flows,
Wanda they called her, tethered spirit unfurled,
As women before her, she reckoned this world. 

Her pain born of loss, and hurt tragedy,
Fueled...

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Glen Campbell – A Special Person
      It was September 4th, 1968 and I threw an empty suitcase into the trunk of my car, telling Joan, my daughter, that I might...

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If i remember  correctly: 
My philosophy was Don't react unless 
Necessary. The school day was over.
The ride home began normally. 
(Corrections made In this poem) 
Then the School bus Bully began 
annoying me. Robert!...

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Being sick with a snotty nose
A cough, fatigue, one of those colds???
For goodness sake's everyone knows
Grandmothers are too sophicated 
To wear anything but fancy clothes
Surely not a Kleenex box attached
To their chair, and looking unkempt
And...

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"Some Grave Humor for Monday Mourning"   Posted 5 Apr 2021
take note: if you don't go to your friend's funerals      they won't go to yours

some think our cemetery is...

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One time a barefooted pickney dancing on the street
I beat puhn pan an' wanda how life could be sweet
For my yai quadrilled to distant cling-cling roost and feel
A longing to change their parliament in my...

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his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent

he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part...

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Silly Sally sells books, this week there's a sale -
               New titles each Friday; I go without fail.
   ...

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Four years ago today
9/11 rang in our ears
Our Nation still cries a river
Into a sea of tears

Patrick Driscoll 70, was retired
Jane Folger 73, retired as well
Toshiya Kuge was a student
When the Twin Towers fell

Husbands and...

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your like my second mom...
but for some reason, 
this is really hard 
to write...

this poem is supposed to be 
about you and me
well that could 
turn into a 
a novel...

we have been through so much,
you...

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Written: March 5, 2012
Updated: March 11, 2012


Listen to nurse's report including the news 
that Joe and Wilma like each other.

Check all rooms and find that Roger is out of his bed
and down on the floor...

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ROY OF THE LIGHT

Legend talks of a young boy
the name ROY
tired of being a mortal
he traveled to the land of light
There he embraced the light

He became a creature of light
with ability to move
move at the...

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For Wanda, and all mothers ---

I can't forget the feeling when first I heard you cry.
I couldn't understand you though, I wanted, so, to try.
Bewildered tears ran down your face. I couldn't tell you then.
Now...

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For Wanda, and all mothers ---

I can't forget the feeling when first I heard you cry.
I couldn't understand you though, I wanted, so, to try.
Bewildered tears ran down your face. I couldn't tell you then.
Now...

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Yuma

                                  ...

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To my dearest Steadrick,

There were times when I would become so afraid
that my harsh words and  impulsive actions would push you away,
Due to the fact I would allow things to get to me
and from...

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The devil worshippers' son, Albert Simmons,
the Image comic made him antihero Spawn,
became in the CIA a high-ranking officer, 
and turned into a competent and cruel killer.

The ace conspirator Strinson succeeded
to burn him to death as...

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The neighbourhood is strange
There is little or no lighting
He had it already mapped
He had in mind all the routes

He steps out into the night
It's the middle of the night
He heads towards the pub

Unpredictable things happen
Inside...

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Women in my family have to fight
Fight to live fight to die
One born premature with challenges
With a heart so pure settling the balances 

She was a model name Tiffany
Like her name she was very pretty
Stayed...

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Susie's pet name was Wanda-zilla
and hailed from jungles near Manila.
Her poetry was swill
so to pay all her bills
she did strip shows for native gorillas.

She went to merry old U.K.
To make more money stripping all day.
When...

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Your only four feet tall and you got a red nose taunts the scarlet witch 
"But I have antlers strong &  sturdy and I can outshine a blood moon anytime "
You can buck your...

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Written: March 8, 2012
Updated: August 15, 2012
Note: Sequel to An Evening at the Home

3:00 a.m. - There was a full moon, and all was well.

Restless, uneasy snoring in various pitches was the only music of...

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timing is everything
time now to say it,
had 11, 77, and 175
had what you had,
been shown what you saw,
heard what you heard,
told what you told,
they'd have done
what you did

still, no matter
self-destiny is
inherent in us all,
most apparent...

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