Long Waxen Poems

Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,
you climb, skittish kite...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast solitariness there,
so that all that remains is to
fall?

Only a...

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Poem inspired by a 2013 Australian apocalyptic thriller movie known as, "These Final Hours". Depending on certain criteria, YouTube is running this movie in its entirety free for most, if not, some of its viewers.

In...

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sun rays settle skies
prism shelters diversity -
kids breaking hard bricks

wind spreads gentle seeds
prayer evokes mute silence -
too many lost souls

rain drops whet dry soil
scope scoops whirlpools of dry tears -
god should know better

earth circles tailspins
faith...

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Love is the greatest force on Earth
It is more powerful than atomic bomb combine
God is love, and it seems to be a weakness for others.
Love is harmless and you seems to be as weakness.
Lucifer has...

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I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to...

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Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display 
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling 
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your...

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In waiting for you, my love, the seasons have snowed in black and white,
The landscape of our time together has been painted in trenches of lingering silences,
And every moment without your voice, an eternity crystallized...

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Inside worn and weathered walls,
Nobles and commoners
Gather and share 
In the field of rosiness.
Together, they are
Composed, well organized.
Each one partaking in blind optimism.
Knowing truly, that
The odds prevail.

Uneasy
My eyes penetrate
The bleached and waxen folds
Of my buttoned-up,...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every move
Like lichen on the leeward side of an ancient oak,
Like...

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Mirror silver clad she stood, upon the lakes dark shore,
A spectral icy vision , that chilled me to the core.
A vapour’d hand she raised to lead, across the sheet glass lake
With racing heart and awestruck...

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OCULUS  

Is…

…about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity?

Its light is soft a pail reflection 
Of its son. 
The one always on the run. 

The moon is an oculus of cold white a...

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It’s autumn time in America,
the colors are changing ...
(it’s alt right to gasp in whited disbelief)
as poplar majority, quaking Aspen leaves
slowly fall off 
the John Birch branches

Minority bad weather report
says with autumnal census certainty,
that the...

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When Alex was tasked to pen eight straight A’s for an animate cause

He adjusted the angle arched forth in awe and anticipated attunement 

Ached with attrition and attributed an array afore attaching amends

  ...

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One Nine and Sixteen What Are We Fighting For
                          ...

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Anointed Lord of this desolate tract he
Rules upon a throne painted the golden 
Stench of rotting cacti all my fortune
For a visit from Morpheus his sands 
And visions to write a love Story; this
Queen of...

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I hear those footfalls
on the floor marked only by footprints
of demons and the exiled muse and silence.

And your voice calling a name 
I know is mine etched on the walls
that themes mama's 
cradle songs gone...

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Dearling, see my heartsome way,
The hawthorn branching nearby;
For peace the sacred seeds delay,
With every shivering breeze they fly.
Some forgetful browning pods
Are given the moons waxing light;
Of standing in tall grass hidden moors
Is buried silent by...

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A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says they crowd the uncrowded 
barebranch trees and blot out
the sun...

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Coming to Senses

Ten thousand fathoms deep of immeasurable pain in hand

Tim raises the anchor entwined with callus and sea shells

Back breaking ardour sends blisters straight to the heart

	Touches untouchable spikes from the corals

His tiny coracle...

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Harken...those hollowing drums
Over cold vales so beat,
Exhorting a multitude of glistening 
Star-tipped spears,
As marching over shattered landscapes
In shinning replete:
Crunch Artumes eternal legions
Across the snow bound years.

Casting down from the mauve 
And cloudless heights
The pale witch...

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It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a...

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Sequined, black curtains 
closed the distance day allowed 
and moon drops traced my secret smile.
I could sense the mutual comfort 
within our bottled span of darkness,
and yet an uncanny restlessness
crowded us closer.

Our hands tangled, 
unwittingly...

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WHITE

Thumbs up for the whiteness of white, pure, 
natural or gently recreated on a dentist’s chair. 
How beautiful it manifests itself in smiling! 
Would I wish otherwise for me but to 
display it, giggling, in...

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You wore a green dress, the colors of the night,
With the dimmed sparkle of stars burning out of sight.
That evening, memory enveloped us around,
Like a thin smoke, like a deep yearning that profoundly found.
The moon...

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Tossing and turning 

not a wink of 

sleep in sight 

Visions of her beauty 

have me thinking 

all night 

Butterflies fluttering 

Churning deep inside 

Never fathom 

She'd be my bride 

 
She's the sunshine 

that...

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