To my friend, Miguel
Almost seventeen years, do you remember? We met in Canterbury
We lived in the same house. In a silent, English-style, beautiful road
Miguel, Miguel. My old soul brother. My Bible teacher. Do you remember?
Evening times, you gave me lessons, lessons from the Bible. Teacher
You are a signer. A marker. Your stigma is mine. I am your follower
I remember you. I respect your intelligence. Five languages. Spanish jewish
Miguel, my friend, I have tried so many times to find you in virtual life
But you do not exist. Why? I want to say thank you for my fifteen years. Reading
Your science magnetized me. My Bible Teacher.
From our friendship, my dear and respected flatmate.
Miguel
You are my friend
Where are you?
Missing
Your teachings
And your Bible
Whirrrrrrrr went the wwwwwwindmills
as the sworrrrrrrrds sliced the airrrrrrrrrr
Climate change grrrrrrrrrrroaned
as the trrrrrrrrruth was laid barrrrrrrrre
Michael Miguel Hyphen Ex
Knew the alphabet to letter p
The which he’d scan learned
Over a bowl of fragrant tea
On his journey to the earth
Which he’d spotted from afar
Whilst herding sentient blossoms
Around a not too distant star.
He found the United Nations
Before extending the hand
Of universal friendship
From it’s fraternal band.
He listened to the talking
For three months and a day
Then Michael Miguel Hyphen Ex
Very sadly slipped away.
In a few eons he thought
This will be a worthy place
After the self destruction
Of the ruling human race.
He left a little sentinel
With a message to send
Twenty seven nano seconds
After mankind’s final end.
On all pan galactic charts
The earth was coloured grey
The mandatory coding for
Pollution – Keep Away
Miguel had a donkey in the country of Spain
Used it for transport instead of taking a train
This donkey was more than a working horse
More like his best friend and buddy of course
Miguel treated his donkey with love and care
Went with his four legged friend everywhere
Both were getting older with every passing day
Preparations for funerals were well under way
Miguel knew that he would be making a final ride
On his donkey one last time as his family cried
The very next morning Miguel had died
His donkey was lying next to him by his side
Miguel and his donkey were two peas in a pod
Now both on the way to a journey with God
I'm sure that God will treat them very well
The loving donkey and the caring Miguel
If You Come to San Miguel
by Michael R. Burch
If you come to San Miguel
before the orchids fall,
we might stroll through lengthening shadows
those deserted streets
where love first bloomed ...
You might buy the same cheap musk
from that mud-spattered stall
where with furtive eyes the vendor
watched his fragrant wares
perfume your breasts ...
Where lean men mend tattered nets,
disgruntled sea gulls chide;
we might find that cafetucho
where through grimy panes
sunset implodes ...
Where tall cranes spin canvassed loads,
the strange anhingas glide.
Green brine laps splintered moorings,
rusted iron chains grind,
weighed and anchored in the past,
held fast by luminescent tides ...
Should you come to San Miguel?
Let love decide.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Life & Times and Muddy River Poetry Review
Valley's fine productive mission.
Native paintings, no commission.
They survive without attrition.
Field hands, herdsmen.
Place of peace and good nutrition.
Goats and sheep-pen.
Valley's fine productive mission.
Native paintings, no commission.
They survive without attrition.
Field hands, herdsmen.
Place of peace and good nutrition.
Goats and sheep-pen.
Miguel I am sorry for your short pass.
I am sorry for me never to understand.
we smoked to un ease
are so called worry and stress.
we inhaled then exhaled
and thought of nothing less.
we listen to music
that made us feel accepted
but you and I know
we were never accepted.
two young brown males
lived an a inner city.
peers looking down
to show us no petty .
against a thug who has sworn
to live by the best .
what has taught us too
be the best we have yet .
you called and cried
for all the help you needed.
and a real friend was never found
am sorry Miguel
I ignored your calls .
now the time has come for the rose petal to fall
I am deeply sorry I was the friend
that never answer your call.
Daddy; time to say goodnight
Daddy; time for goodnight kisses
Daddy; time to stall want just a few more minutes with you
Daddy; Can you teach me to drive?
Daddy; Can you take my hand this college thing is so tough?
Daddy; I remember those antiques
Daddy I remember listening to those records
Daddy; I remember those sleepless nights
Daddy; I remember those worried thoughts
Daddy; I remember your love for your daughters
Daddy; your smiles so bright with each grandchild born
The years of struggle
The lessons so true
A love so pure
Daddy; I hold you close so unfair you had to go
Daddy; I need to hold your hand one more time
I need one more hug, one more encouraging thought before you left
My heart hurts
Long for your strong embrace
Daddy; we are all going to miss that infectious smile
The memories we share with you is all we have left
We shall carry on with your loving eyes watching closely down on us all
Till we meet again
Goodnight daddy I love you so……
David Grasby Jr 02/08/2017
he knows what they want
he always figures it out
miguel of the south
as the days went by
the masses grew in number
they tore down the walls
they flocked from the hills
and from the moors in the south
from the regal halls
they saw the whole thing
beheld the proclamation
the solemn promise
then he woke up
hardly a truck to be found
dang me, oh, dang me
oh susan
i love you
the beers
the smoke
your favorite
thing
taking
time
off
from
swimming
fast
driving
101
pass
striding
to
san miguel
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