Long Wilde Poems

Epigrams by Michael R. Burch

If brevity is the soul of wit
then brevity and levity 
are the whole of it.
—Michael R. Burch

To write an epigram, cram.
If you lack wit, scram!
—Michael R. Burch

Conformists of a feather
flock together.
—Michael...

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Epigrams

Autumn Conundrum
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that every leaf must finally fall,
it’s just that we can never catch them all.

Piercing the Shell
by Michael R. Burch

If we strip away all the accouterments of war,
perhaps we'll discover...

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The Picture of Dorian Gray: Paint Me As An Event
The Picture of Dorian Gray, a decent fanciful novel by Irish writer Oscar Wilde, published in 1890. The novel, the only one written by Wilde, had...

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The Dance of Salome
Herod bellowed out the night's festive orders..
"Bring the torches, bring the tables..
more wine, that we may rejoice,  
for tonight we revel in kindred friendship."
Herod strolled onto the terrace, nearly stumbled in...

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May 29, 1957: …have to think about getting a thesis director…know no professor yet in the department…someone suggested i get hold of Derek Fogg for an intro to the big guns in the philosophisches Seminar…can't...

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My upcoming political poetry is like. my "prolovue" story in the way that it is themed by coincidebtally famous bears.


The Theme is "I Don't Care Bears"/Signs of the Times Series.


Example

Barbara Crysand is a hypocrite who...

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My mother's name was Seraphine
A sadder child was never seen 
Her duty was to serve the table
Of newly widowed Mrs. Grable

Her husband Mr. Grable died
To keep the British gratified
For which the lady, born and bred
Was...

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Welcome back my weary friends
I promise you this story ends
But not before your time flies through
A tale with a horse or two...

On streets of cobblestone and gray
Where beggars sleep and orphans play
The aged, sick and...

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Poems about Poets



Long Division
by Michael R. Burch

for Laura Riding Jackson

All things become one
Through death’s long division
And perfect precision.



Nod to the Master
by Michael R. Burch

If every witty thing that’s said were true,
Oscar Wilde, the world would...

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Determined to read and plant the seed fast
   to emulate poets of the present and past.
I staked the library display Whitman, Kilmer, Frost, unnamed arrays
   including Sandberg and St. Vincent Millay.
It...

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I can’t count the wrongs I’ve committed
The people I’ve hurt
The friends I’ve lost, but, the hardest part was losing 
You 
The only one I could see myself with
Even now 
Especially since you’re gone

Oscar Wilde once...

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EXERPTS   FROM   HITLER’S   DIARY   1941

"I never travel without my diary, one should always have something sensational to read . .
 . " Oscar Wilde, 1891 

Tues ...

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Eating alphabet soup with a straw so you can play Scrabble with the leftovers
Lyrics from an obscure band is music to your ears
Shaving off the November scruff that was plastered on your face
Nightmares are less...

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Girl of the theater, devoted to beauty, love and freedom. Romantic, not necessarily hopeless, but romantic nonetheless. She romanticises her life, she's the main character of the play. That is her existence. To court her,...

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Here are six tales of six relatives of mine
Now all have passed in the passage of time
Mostly seen through the eyes of a child
Poetic licence used for I’m no Oscar Wilde
~~~
Aunt Ada and Aunt...

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"Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older
they judge them; sometimes they forgive them." Quote by Oscar Wilde

When I was young, I know I loved my dad.
Mom says I even pulled a garden...

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"I never travel without my diary - One should have something sensational to read"
...Oscar Wilde, 1891

30 May 48:  I graduated from high school today now thank God I'm free!
No more doggone homework, perplexing algebra...

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I took  a trip to Paris, France and of course I wanted to see all the attractions,
walk the boulevards, see the museums and art galleries, linger at an outdoor
cafe watching people stroll while ...

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“I never travel without my diary,
One should have something sensational to read”

5-4-11: I never knew about the above quote of Wilde
But an event in life taught me to keep one.

4-23-94: Let me start with the...

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O thou proud Nature
Rolling in ashes of long-burnt
Fiery love of yourself
What are you boasting of?

Thy greenery? 
That’s nothing but
Wooden rotten figures 
With wrinkled claws
Scratching the Earth’s breast
Fumbling for manure
Water-thirsty vampires
Destined to be strangled
By the icy...

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Once a boy loved a girl,
She asked for a red rose,
When winter snow did twirl,
And all the flowers froze,
Where could he find a rose?

A nightingale did hear, 
Of his deep love for her,
She wished to...

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Europe's cold heart

Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from

the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner

I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France

is extolling globalization,...

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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes										
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers 
					
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the...

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i just want to sit around,
drinking, sniffing things, scratching
myself, getting high.
just watching my pen
fill up a page.

do whatever it takes
to become a 'writer.'
a 'poet.'

something i admire, but
never really aspire to.

i just don't think i'd fit...

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You all,her too
She thought i lost my diction
She made me mild,and i turned a new leaf
A new one;not my cheek
But to Wilde;
So I guess its true what he says,
"a woman's face its a work of...

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