Long Wyatt Poems

"Again... I apologize but threefold times                             ...

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Here are tribute poems for exceptional children and teachers who should be alive today:

Emilie Parker,
the horror grows starker
as we see your sweet image
and cringe at the carnage;
but dear, how you mesmerize
with those vivid blue eyes
and...

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For every step I take toward the sun,
the spark that lit the fire inside me dwindles.
History slated on unforgiving stone erodes;
A weakly chiseled dream.
But I will remember it all,
and tongues shall breed these words
and hold...

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Yesterday I was in a little funk
because I got peed on by a big skunk
             took a long shower
    ...

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I am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only...

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SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 2

What menethe this?
by Sir Thomas Wyatt, circa early 16th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

WHAT does this mean, when I lie alone?
I toss, I turn, I sigh, I groan;
My bed seems...

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“Whoso List to Hunt” is a famous early English sonnet written by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) in the mid-16th century. 

Whoever Longs to Hunt
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Whoever longs to hunt,...

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Eighteen hundred and three begins U.S. destinies.
Merriwether Lewis and his comrade, William Clark, agrees –
They will go forth, avoid Frenchmen, fighting growling grizzlies.
To find a water trade route that flows west to the Pacific seas.
Louis...

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He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something
A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring
His squint blues eyes pulled together the wrinkles upon his face
With an...

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To Whom it may concern:

I have known him since birth and beyond.  I also knew his parents who were very Godly people in a very ungodly society.  He descended from a very noble...

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There are Guineas that live in America
Guineas that live in a zoo
But the craziest, zaniest guineas of all
Are the ones that reside in Peru

It is said that they live in the Andes
And on weekends they...

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Welcome, Summer
by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather
and driven away her long nights’ frosts.
Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft,
the songbirds...

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Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild,...

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This axis mundi,  rotates,    
   within and outside the veils
I remember walking with you  
 and how we manifested anything we agreed upon
leaving us both slackjawed and yet...

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It was the start of a decade not to be forgotten.

It was my growing up period.  A very bad year for me

in many ways.  My last year of Jr. High I was kicked...

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The Earp brothers all gathered, and stood in a row with their own large tashes
Along with Doc Holliday, thought they would give the cowboys a good bashing

Doc Holliday, under the cover of his coat; was...

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SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1

Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt")
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;
but as for me, alas!, I may no more.
This...

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I remember the honeyed words,
and the
               ...anticipation
 of the touch that rendered time irrelevant.
I hear laughter in the next room;
astounded at...

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In a movie entitled, Tombstone, Wyatt Earp said to Doc Holliday,                        ...

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I was watching the TV the other day
When a certain Rerun began to play.
It brought me back to one of my brain's stifled bans
Because it was about Lucas McCain...the Rifleman.

All of a sudden I was...

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Sitting here casually thinking to myself, wanting to pen something new,
I visualize that I could easily write about anything.

I could write about you and the way her smile sparkles so brilliantly,
And the way her hair...

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Make for the corner, Fresno-Whittier
(there’s neighborhoods a whole lot prettier):
it’s probably ten-ninety-six,
but don’t draw weapons – that’s a Nix.
The man before you’s not a “perp”,
so don’t come on like Wyatt Earp.

Latina (claims she’s J-Lo’s cousin)
talking...

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Wyatt

by Edmund Siejka



We were in London
Dining in a four-hundred-year-old pub 
Dark wood paneling
Beams carved from tree trunks
History and privilege
In medieval England 
For us it was a family vacation 
And everyone came.

My grandson Wyatt sat next...

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"There's no normal. There's just life".  Doc Holiday, Tombstone.

Just yesterday, referring to a patch of hard times that he was              ...

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Her anthem was silently set on fire,
 the wounds on her back ,
where wings had once carried
the burden of hope aphotic,
as the bleeding had ceased to flow.
 
       ...

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