Long Wanly Poems
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The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch
The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence to revolve around,
found wanting direction or course,
cursed with the thought...
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Categories:
wanly, creation, depression, divorce, farewell, goodbye, sorrow, sorry,
Form:
Sonnet
Speaker, Subject, and Theme In Edna St Vincent Millay's ''Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now''
“Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Women have loved before as I love now;
At least, in lively chronicles of the past-
Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow
Or Trojan waters by...
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Categories:
wanly, betrayal, desire, literature, love, passion, poetess, sin,
Form:
Prose
Turkish Poetry Translations I
Turkish Poetry Translations I
Ben Sana Mecburum: "You are indispensable"
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch
You are indispensable; how can you not know
that you're like nails riveting my brain?
I see your eyes...
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Categories:
wanly, lost love, love, love hurts, memory, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Ironies Within Ironies
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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Categories:
wanly, education, irony,
Form:
Haibun
Renee Vivien English Translation of her 'Coming Out' poem
Renee Vivien English Translation
Words to My Love
by Renée Vivien
translation by Michael R. Burch
This is Vivien’s “coming out” poem, although the term wasn’t coined until many years after Vivien’s death. The poem was written about forbidden...
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Categories:
wanly, desire, fire, girlfriend, hair, love, night, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Poppy
Poppy
by Michael R. Burch
“It is lonely to be born.” – Dannie Abse, “The Second Coming”
It is lonely to be born
between the intimate ears of corn . . .
the sunlit, flooded, shellshocked rows.
The scarecrow flutters, listens,...
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Categories:
wanly, birth, flying, heart, life, light, love, love
Form:
Free verse
Sleepily
the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat...
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Categories:
wanly, faith, happiness, hope, life, loss, mystery, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Alone In the Ruins of a Chapel
Note: Norwegians are proud of many things, but above all, they are endlessly proud of Sissel Kyrkjebø, the Voice of Norway! International singer.
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I live in a deserted chapel,
Buffeted and corroded by harsh winds,
And...
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Categories:
wanly, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
A Momentary Lapse
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic...
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Categories:
wanly, fire,
Form:
Verse
A Momentary Lapse
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic...
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Categories:
wanly, loss, house, house, me, mum,
Form:
Narrative
A Momentary Lapse
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic...
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Categories:
wanly, deathhouse, house, me, mum,
Form:
Narrative
A Momentary Lapse Re-Post
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic...
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Categories:
wanly, sad,
Form:
Verse
A Momentary Lapse
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic...
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Categories:
wanly, death, house, house, me,
Form:
Narrative
A Controlled Reply To a Skinhead's Brain
A Controlled Reply to a Skinhead's Brain
Just when I thought some real evolution
Of moral thinking
Just might be taking place these days,
I run across this Neo-Nazi piece of crap
Masquerading as a poem,
Shrieking wanly in an open,...
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Categories:
wanly, anger, how i feel, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
The Petal's Fall
Next to the road’s trough
The cosmos flowers bow
Down and curtsy
As if to royalty
As we pass by
Waving wanly as they die
The road is wrapped in misty shrouds
Trees hugged by earthbound clouds
Cosmos petals dripping tears
End of season,...
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Categories:
wanly, death, life, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Throughout the Night Distressed, Unblessed By Sleep
Throughout the night distressed, unblessed by sleep,
I turn and writhe and toss, and vainly watch
The seconds and the minutes slowly stretch
To hours; and long since done with counting sheep,
Despair of morning. All alone...
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Categories:
wanly, absence, anxiety, lonely, longing, miss you, war,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Home Thoughts From Abroad
The half moon shimmered wanly as she wrote
“Dearest, do you realize how much I miss you?
How long will your trip abroad take?
Here I am in empty rich, luxury mansion.
A hovel with you would have been...
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Categories:
wanly, home,
Form:
Free verse
Last Tear
Our family gathered to you attend,
The overcast day your bed rest did end.
Your smile was sunshine filling the room.
You asked of present and future blooms.
Your final hours were never about you,
But of things you would...
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Categories:
wanly, death, heaven, joy, smile, sorrow, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
When Summer is Gone
Ah, my birth month’s time is nigh.
September’s blue asters soon will bloom,
their scent lingering in the sighs
of melancholy breezes,
and still I will hear the whispering
of ephemeral late summer
as she smiles wanly
through clouds in...
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Categories:
wanly, september,
Form:
Free verse