Long Wreathes Poems

Our English Rose
by Michael R. Burch

for Christine Ena Burch

The rose is—
the ornament of the earth,
the glory of nature,
the archetype of the flowers,
the blush of the meadows,
a lightning flash of beauty.

This is my translation of ancient...

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Lost warrior


There is a grave where my heart was once in peace.
It has been used and consumed, taken piece by piece.
Now the hands that want to take my only happiness,
Reach into the black hole inside...

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SAPPHO'S FALLEN STARS        part 3

Oh, all who hear each word so said--
Mourn my gentle friends-- now in repose behold them dead
May scalding wreathes of tears enfold each honored...

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The fires slowly die
Above the black raven will fly
The ghostly pale mist covers the sky
Smell of led is mixed with whistles of bombs falling near by

The heather with its violet coloring gives eerie aura about...

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My nose is getting red like Santa’s perhaps I’ll grow a beard
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
I’ve hidden all the wrapped up boxes and all the clutters cleared
My son is...

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I see granite headstones,
wooden crosses, and wreathes,
Reminders of what once lived atop,
now interred way beneath,
As I walk through the cemetery 
trampling upon fallen leaves, 
Towards my parents grave, 
to pay respects, not in grief. 

A...

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Life Goes On
  by Edmund Siejka

It was a wedding
Middle of December
Before Christmas
The hall was decorated in bright lights 
And gay wreathes
It was a time to celebrate
A time of good cheer.

Seated at a corner table
The...

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*A true story.  If you don’t like this, please ignore, because I will delete any rude comments.

As the Christmas season approaches with the new fresh fallen snow,
And there are thoughts of pretty scenes, nativity...

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THE DREAM OF THE QUAKER’S SON
 
A Quaker preacher had a son
Who loved the banker's child
Impertinence and religious talk
Made the banker wild

Tenacious Hayes still loved Elaine
Politely asked her hand
Her father said that he’d agree
If Hayes...

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See how Christmas fete on earth
Indians will walk to the mass
Enjoy curries and sweets enmass


Australians hang wreaths girthed
Here Santa gives rest to reindeer
Changes dress for less ”hot” with cheer.


Chinese light streets and stores with mirth...

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How crisp is the chill of Autumn's wind
that brings a blush of rouge to my cheeks.
It blows through branches dressed in leaves
of chromatic colors, crimson, orange and gold.
Hues that appear in the fall, vibrant and...

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Charcoal cloud clutches the marooned moon
The sky stifles behind the dark shroud
The nubile night breathes the music of breeze
Rippling in the sound of silence.

The ocean wreathes with surging surface waves
The water at cold depth is...

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True, a Myth-and-a-half ever since dim Antiquity

     “Breathes there the Man with Soul so dead
     Who never to himself hath said
     This is...

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You grazed my heart
With tender wings
Flying high above the things
That caused me
Pain or stings

You prayed a peace
Through my dreams
Awakening love to extremes
That enlightened me
With babbling streams

You soothed my faith
With sure belief
Pledging grace, never grief
That flowed...

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POETRY POUR

Tangled and tailored mind mines
  yielding schemes of lyrics chants.
Epic cadence aide memoires
    as fragments inked to stelaes
  beginning poetry birth..

Canons animated germs
  sprouting better verse meiosis.
Struggles ravel...

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Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
 Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
 Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, 
Dims the cave of mirrors. 
Ghost fingers
 Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
 Of marooned mariners, captives 
Of Circe's...

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In the garden of time
I weave and wait


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Sleepwalking dreams
draping tendrils of light,
spread from the moon
to move through the night


In a flowing nightdress
the dear faeries had made,
from sage and silver
that never will fade


Eternally I’m winding
to the...

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THE FAIR ELAINE
 
My mother had an uncle, Hayes,
Who loved the banker's child
Hayes was just a dray man
It made the banker wild

When Hayes proposed to fair Elaine
He asked for her sweet hand
Her father said that...

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If we wake up contented each day of our lives
fulfilled, successful and satisfied;
With all of our triumphs, laurels and wreathes
from races we’ve won turning bitter to sweet.
If ease of existence is the goal ‘round the...

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Surrounded now by wreathes and satin sheets
awash in tears like crystal coursing down
your ivory visage stirs thoughts of Keats,
the onyx black of ringlets 'bout your brow
amen, but that was then, and this is now.
Tonight in...

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Alice had many friends, seems quite a few others 
have fallen down the rabbit's hole.
Janet appears often at the foot of the mushroom arguing with the Caterpillar.
Rubbing her legs tired from dream running, 
"Dern nightmare's...

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*Image Raptured in Heaven by Pint.

Raptured in Heaven

The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Those who have mourned, the meek, and merciful,
Answers to who holds the key to unlock,
Plus, hungry and thirsty righteous dreamful.

Newness befalls refreshed innocent...

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Small silver explosions 
mob the expectant air like paparazzi’s flashes.  

Soon, giant hydrangeas bloom fluorescent,  
spread like a bouquet of slow-motion Big Bangs,   
and are blotted by night. 

But the dark...

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The land wreathes in rhythm;
And caressed with cruel history and rough tenderness,
Scratching the skin of my patience.
Absorbed with the shock,
I'm suspicious of this happiness
Like I've been.
The dearth of space
And the eloquent but emptiness of time,
Betrays...

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You hit my hypnotic heart so very hard
it wreathes on the afflicted scattered shards 
carried in the blue veins by the boiling blood
that turns into a torrent of unseen tears.

Don’t be scared, be assured, I...

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