April Mother Son Poems

My favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
kinda sexist
win/lose 
either/or 
complex bilateral questions.

Oppositional
defiant
nearly despairing quests
exploring why I have yet to find
Faith
Hope
or delightful Joy
as names for a boy

Who might be...

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Unspoken Words
April of 2008 


I know you would love to tell me
 all the things that you feel
But before you do, you got to decide
what...

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Oh !Women ,
           Pillars 
             Of the societies,  
                    Heroines
            ...

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Did I bid goodbye to you, or, you said goodbye to me?
Did I know you well as my mother at the age of three?
Your touches...

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How can I bare to you my heart and soul--
So many years have passed since we last spoke;
Between us a thick wall of ice has...

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In the Church, I met a woman quite old,
Bending under the weight of years.
I wonder what made her steal my attention. 
Was it her struggle...

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Ave Maria

I hear the cries, the ties that bind.
I recall it all when Easter comes.
His suffering upon the cross our
Great and humble loss endured for...

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Mike's mom made a multitude of missteps;
Starting strong, she strode straight into struggles.
Calvin convinced her to try crack cocaine.
Love lost: little Mike led a lonely,...

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James was one of those kids who wore ripped jeans in the fifties.
Sixty years before it was the style.
His mother passed when he was eleven,...

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I suppose the fondest memory I have had
Might come from early childhood long ago
A time when I was very sick and felt so bad
I saw...

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Racing spree
in his world so free
basking with glee
he zooms merrily
yet courageously
with his wheel chair; counting one, two, three.

There he swirls fearlessly
in pure mirth jubilantly
“Catch me...

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Son of my being;
Child of my heart.
My body aches in grief 
since we were torn apart.

I had you for a while
but a while isn't much.
If...

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He 
has certainly 
perfected the art 
of being a smart a** -
a trait that swims like a tadpole 
in his father’s gene pool
and nurtured by...

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Troop ships loading, crowded docks
Mums and sisters waving off
Go with keepsakes, golden locks
Some men hug while many doff

Eric, soldier single stands
Beryl, lonesome widow cares
Many kissing...

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"The Children of Gaza" Lyrics: II

These lyrics were written by Michael R. Burch and were adapted in places to the music by Michael R. Burch...

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