Long Wisteria Poems

Do I want to only look at new ones,
never been used,
or is that a too restrictive market,
too competitively priced
for virginity of place and relationship on Earth?
And, is such redemptively-intended virginity
an asset or a deficit,
in which...

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O, September, I feel the subtle scents of dandelion days melting into oblivion,
Like spring waterfalls of delirious diamonds collapsing into the abyss of memory,
While sentimental sapphire memories flow among clouds of color-blind cruelty,
Revealing how the...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n g 
and s h i f t i n g
through...

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Vivacious, young Adele was quite popular, for she had lots of friends;
Like night's affinity with creamy stars, of joyful glitter that never ends.

She was a professional pet sitter, doing so for her chums sometimes,
Like the...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid,...

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O n c e upon
 a medieval arc, 
when the coral night 
 was engrossed in 
     fuchsia epitaphs of fireflies,
your fingers,
  embalmed
in the fangs of february moon,
shredded the love...

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Am I really this old,
so many ghosts
beckoning?
—Michael R. Burch

Sleepyheads!
I recite my haiku
to the inattentive lilies.
—Michael R. Burch

Stillness:
the sound of petals
drifting down softly together...
—Miura Chora, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The sky tries to assume
your eyes’...

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Wherever the winter falls,
upon snowflakes of a frozen saudade ~
rising from the flares
of maple-gold and copper,
I waltz in lilac lanes of petrified pigments,
imperfectly splattered by impure poppies ~
exhaling myself in a universe without you...

Somewhere in...

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When tangerine tinted tunes 
within 
  sunset serenades~
 unravel saffron symphonies,
  engrossed in 
  hibiscus hymns of hallelujah~
I swirl to radiant rays of 
  sakura stardust,
where mystical monologues 
of silent angels~
caress...

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I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.

I worked closely with eager owners, for their wildest, dream homes to occur,
Like clusters of...

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When my inkless isles 
become drenched 
   with icy wintergreen embers 
of apologetic auroras ~ 
 and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, 
  this soul orchestrating in...

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When the saint sun
is reborn from
the womb of wisteria,
rising above symphonies ~
scripting a saga,
of enlightenment
and coral coloured karma,
I ripple in rosettes,
as an avatar
of himalayan heartbeats ~
gently gushing
in lavender lullabies
of golden Gaia ~
her earth-glinted garlands
cradling me
in...

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Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…boulders embossing...marbling and moss flossing

Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush

Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field

Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in...

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I was an environmental scientist, working with large wind farm developers,
To harness wind and generate electricity, as a plum sun flees, to tell others.

I worked at helping developers comply, with all environmental regulations;
Minimizing the impact...

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The formless spider, shaking 
            coins of mourning dew off her back, 
           ...

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These are original haiku by Michael R. Burch and his translations of haiku by the Japanese masters Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Masaoka Shiki, and others. 

Am I really this old,
so many ghosts
beckoning?
—Michael R. Burch

Sleepyheads!
I recite...

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"Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with  two dappled wings of lace,     
she shone like the midnight sun; 
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical  
sitting...

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I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.

I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the...

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~ (~) About a teaspoon it takes me in the morning-coffee-that-is. (~) ~


~ (~) Cream more, sugar, a little-less, though truly I still do prefer my cup fresh brewed... its 
superb when piping hot you...

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To the Invisible Friend 

The dredging decades have floated by like drifting clouds in the beckoning western sky.
Hello dead friend of my distant youthful days under these erotic jacaranda blooms.
It is my firm hope that...

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As light plays upon the dark, that moon through stained glass windows
cutting a swarth across cobbled floors.
It seeps into the cracks like it's found home at last 
How a distant piano to a curious ear...

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The Joining was one of subdued elegance.  Seileach insisted on the ceremony being held in the Keep. Jessica was beautiful, beyond beautiful, she was exquisite.  Her long red hair infused with sky blue...

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Mary Lou Sims was young and enterprising, like stars routing dark;
Or mauve dawn on the verge of discovery, awaiting time's remarks.

Mary Lou's best friend was Cora Mann, ever since sweet childhood;
When they'd sat in zesty...

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Isabel was the youngest of four children, dwelling in a large old house,
Nestled under the burgeoning oak trees, in green spring, of no doubts.

Isabel's parents were devout churchgoers, insisting upon going weekly;
But, Isabel often preferred...

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Line of inquiry:

“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause

though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our...

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