Long Windowsills Poems

Poems about Children III

Miracle
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

The contrails of galaxies mingle, and the dust of that first day still shines.
Before I conceived you, before your heart beat, you were mine,

and I see

infinity leap in...

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped...

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Children's Poems X

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Always
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

Know in your heart that I love you as no other,
and...

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Two Aloha-shirted Hawaiians 
of generous girth were strumming 
their ukuleles 
on a small stage in front of the hotel’s poolside bar
in the late afternoon, 
rehearsing for the night’s performance. 
It must have been the low...

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Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens
smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads.
All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue,
guided along invisible paths, crown heads
perspiring, chanting and glancing down
on marching, mechanical arms, then...

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Entrance into the Garden of Eden
An Exit Oft Repeated in Four Acts
By Sy Roth

Act 1—Somnolence

Smells of winter tickle a warm sun.
Crisp air, 
Red, brown and yellow leaves, 
Thrust the trees aside for their impending sleep.

They...

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Encased in an isolated castle of an old fool’s paradise,  
A decaying dagger rests upon a distressed oak table.  
Frayed book pages scatter across termite-riddled floors.  
The calligraphy carries echoes of triumphant...

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The neighborhood has been going, to every variety of dogs.
But I simply can’t believe it… We now have Gutter Frogs!
They climb upon my windowsills, and also among the trees.
They climb up my patio screen, is...

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*The Passionate Shepherd's Final Plea To His Love* ( my version of the conclusion, ) inspired from " The Passionate Shepherd To His Love" and " The Nymphs Reply To The Shepard" by Christopher Marlowe...

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Finding Presence

Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations 
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets 
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move

Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing...

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Ever have one of those days
where you just have to get away
from the daily work grind...
where you can just kick back, 
relax a little,
and finally unwind,
tomorrow is that day for me
because I took a personal...

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We Live By Time
By John Herlihy

We live by time
And not the eternity that is its envelope.
We live in space
And not the infinity that gives the universe its scope.
We live by hours, by days, by weeks
And...

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We live by time
And not the eternity that is its envelope.
We live in space
And not the infinity that gives the universe its scope.
We live by hours, by days, by weeks
And not the timeless wonderland that...

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Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills
Charred are the palm tree fronds that
once fanned the breeze 
Seized are the pods, timbers     
Torches sparking  shrills

Behold the ashes drifting 
as they...

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At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillowy packs that is spread out making a white-out
of black streets lanes and piles of pearly...

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For I have eaten of manna 
I have witnessed the Holy Spirit I will 
not shall not flee in the face of Danny 
strange flesh messenger from hell a man 
and horse walking on hoofs...

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Well I could write endlessly about Frankie my cute English bulldog,
But when it comes to being a good watchdog, she’s closer to a log.
I do however have a pet that notifies us if someone is...

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I'm sensing something familiar as a lost memory
coming back and revealing itself in realistic form;
glancing at the rose-covered gate without a worm,
it looks different, somewhat newer; its color was gray
and roses that now cling weren't...

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The end of Autumn is still mild
and the majestic Mounts of Partenio
have no trace of snow; lovely Baiano
at its foot is tamed, not wild.

One can spot, looking up with delight,
different colors of lilacs and roses,
lulled...

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I am a book
Given to myself by my mother, given to herself by hers, and so on
I am a name
Given to me by my own pages turning past the last
Wording on my skin, lifted with...

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Venus
Casts a tiny shadow
Upon the ghostly snow
From its candle held by an extended hand
Of a cloaked man
Who trips through the stripped trees

Follows the fresh trail of reindeer
To our second-floor windowsills
Then on to rooftops lined with...

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I picture a person,
Swinging side to side.
With their head in a noose,
A noose they once tied.

She named the noose yesterday,
Because that's what her life would be.
Tomorrow didn't seem valid,
That's all she could see.

A little birdie...

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You have finally returned, but to a ghost town
Where the delusion of red fruit
Swings on the dried branches of barren trees

Nothing moves amongst the rubbles, 
but the bony hands of the wind
My grey memories are...

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Not remembering you in joy 
how had this come to be?
No memories of you content,
no happiness to see.

No happiness for your whole life
though plenty filled your plate.
Bards filled your mind at early age
with beauty on...

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I say; Happy Birthday, to you today.
To someone special, in a loving way.
I dedicate this song to you.
And give my thanks, for all the time you shared.

I'll send a bouquet of flowers too.
Something special, while...

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