Lynx Poems

Huntress
by Michael R. Burch

after Baudelaire

Lynx-eyed, cat-like and cruel, you creep
across a crevice dropping deep
into a dark and doomed domain.
Your claws are sheathed. You smile, insane.
Rain falls upon your path, and pain
pours down. Your paws are pierced. You pause
and heed the...Read More

The sunset has shed its sapphires
over the parking lot, drinks after a movie.
It's a nice place. Civilization flies a flag
of complacence and neon lights.
Only a bright star rises over the dark hills.
You must feed yourself to the moon wolves
hiding in...Read More

Garden walls blocking sunshine
Many years of shade there be
Seeds waiting for germination 
So many pastel colour flowers

Asking God for light to shine
The lord most divine 
The walls fall like Jericho 
The ground ready and primed 

My flowering began to bloom...Read More

Glaciers moved with determined strength 
in their destinies, pushing and upheaving
boulders large beyond belief
and whatever else stood in their paths
while coursing over and through the earth's crust
scraping into creation a landscape
of mountains, cliffs, valleys, moraines,
dumlins, eskers and notches,
kettle lakes, cirques...Read More

The phone app said "unhealthy"
To describe Denali's air.
The sky was gray and smoky
All the hours we were there.

So we were disappointed;
Thought the day would be a bust
'Til somebody hollered "Moose!"
Our brakes kicked up a heap of dust.

A mother moose and...Read More

Vehicles, muscled cars were built, to be fast;
creatures of iron and steel; 
the wildest beasts.

In the day of manufactured power, Lynx and Jaguar raced; thunderbirds flew low to ground with wings, 
as fast as, a road runner.

The mighty Chevy of...Read More

It was dusk when she came slowly across the snow,
dusk was in moments and she was ready;
her big snowshoe feet made her steps steady,
her eyes saw a rabbit and she crept forward low.

She had mated as snowflakes floated in the...Read More

He's always lived in a dark crag called himself
wooing hearts then rubbing them for a shag
he wears a sable robe, but he's a dirty little rag.
   Wherever he goes, there'll be a trail of misery
a clown juggling asp...Read More

It was back in nineteen-nineteen
when Timlin Rivers checked his traps,
by one he found just a weasel skin,
did not know what to make of that.

Why would bother to raid a trap
but leave the pricey skin behind?
Who’d take a weasel for the...Read More

Alova ... 
she’s the leaven princess 
of oven bosom tear oppression

Her violet Persian neutering rug
has the sterile stench of
cougar mating feral aggression

It’s her purple passion
to Farsi emasculate with femme fatale hate
She’s a hardcase lover in a hardcore way

Alova is the...Read More

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It’s Faint Paddies Day
everyday,
from my oxy scarce commuter view

At this Rocky Mountain skin altitude,
death is always on the dispatch menu

Faint Paddies 
be sweating onion fear on a ghetto roll
Cry babies
be diaper blues potty wailing —  
Siren screams taking an...Read More

I know the Bear.
     watcher, courage
          unpredict(ability)
I know the Snake.
     wisdom of initiation

I know the Wolf.
I know a pack of 'em.
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With an omnivorous appetite, 
she tiptoes in on felid feet across the Asian loam

With a Van-Gogh coat, that's fingered deep  
with rust and sun, of snow-white heat,
that drips with tar,  which neatly flows in stripes against her form

Not...Read More

3/13/18



Many words that were writ in ink
Near and far from the kitchen sink
Where you could hear dishes clink

Here I sit and think
While I sip and drink
Still got many ships to sink
No time to call it quits or blink
Close and away...Read More

They arrested my anger:
my fingertips, they ink painted
These defiant ebony eyes
were given a sideway rearview 
racial profile
A police photo shoot, 
criminal style
I became a most colorful, unwanted poster child
for the rabid redneck white crowd,
who were firing their burning blue metal...Read More

They call me pampered pussy,
“Such a PRETTY pet!” they purr,
All they see’s a funny feline,
Just a friend with fluffy fur.

Hear me humans! I AM HUNTER!
I am leopard, lynx and lion,
I am panther, I am puma,
I will eyeball you with iron!
I’m...Read More

C-atamount includes 
P-uma, panther, and cougar, 
V-igorous lynx hunts. 





Form: Acrostic Haiku
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   they would dice many a chive
   by management me from da dive
apartments in hatfield in close proximity 
   to the bloody sorry fate 
   oof a von nee gutt 
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Insomniac attack is back or Animalistical (I'm not even sure that is a real word but F.I.(that is an anachronism that means fudge it( unless you’re an adult then you know which word fudge is replacing(or a poor kid raised...Read More

She was a beautiful girl
Dark and plush like her dad,
I held her in my hands,
Smiling was she, the eldest
Of my sister's motherhood.

She has grown up now,
She is a woman,
A fool with dirty cash has caught her,
It was her younger sister...Read More

Slowly sneaking through the leaves,
Paw by paw with claws in sheathes.

The lynx is lurking through a cell diploid,
Of whence the light and aether void.

A cat that links the cracks in time and space,
Prowls 'tween worlds with steady pace.

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Glorious green eyes, of the lynx, engage me from the unfinished sketch....Read More

You tuft-eared Lynx

Once wild and free in home habitat

You became a specimen of science

Specimen BC-03-M-02

Captured near Kamloops Canada

Caged and sent to Colorado

To sire babies and enrich gene pools.

But once released they couldn’t keep you!

You yearned for home and family

Felt an...Read More

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MORE RAIN TOO HOT BROKEN LEFT WINDSHIELD WIPER.... SAME OLD SONGS OLD TIME RADIO LOST...Read More