Soldier Muse Poems

I had been feeling restless for some time, 
But today, I awoke in the afternoon 
Feeling truly at peace for the first time.
 
A sense...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background...

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"Their World"

Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. 

The day had...

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Far from the din of madding crowd,
Away from the bustle of city life
I withdrew into a solitary spot,
To turn my thoughts into dazzling verse.
Shelley and...

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Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both...

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Lying alone on a freshly mown lawn
Green as emeralds and warm from
The autumn sun flickering daintily 
Through the flecks of mystery dust
Welcoming my form into...

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The State of the Art (I)
by Michael R. Burch

Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?

Are poets...

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When I can, I try to find time to write?

My days are very busy with an eight-
Month-old boy and a small Yorkie.
Before the day is...

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WHAT IF I
by
 JOHN M. ARRIBAS



What if I would die suddenly, this day
What would kin and acquaintances  say
That I was smart, clever keeping my...

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I have watched my youngest son
while nurses give him baths
using diverse models of health optimization 
ranging from PositivEnergy Promotion,
restorative ego-eco
I-Thou therapies,
to lower, not too much...

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TIMES PERPETUAL TROUPE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Ever wonder, if you are a member of a troupe 
Acting different roles, yet never leave the loop
I often consider it...

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I shall delete my existence says the dead man
	No more do I breathe	
	No more shall I rant
	Although often I recant

I shall delete all my poems...

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Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die.  Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper?  Must...

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The high road, the low road, did it ever occur to the Thinker?            ...

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Least not this one
No matter what direction
This man should ride
Yours first, soldier second 

Path leading to you
Your face my beacon
Shining day or night
Always calling me...

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