Song Muse Poems

Stars, twinkling like fireflies, senses,
Even my heart’s best defenses
Can’t prevent the feelings flowing,
One heartbeat away, rhythms growing…

Moonlight, whispers pearlescent charm,
Professing gentle who shan’t harm.
Wonder that...

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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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It’s 5am here and 2am there
I’m up with the blue birds
Pulling the word worms from my mind
Wiggling out seeking the soil 
We all want to...

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Villanelle
by Michael R. Burch

Is poetry mere turning of a phrase?
Has prose become its height and depth and sum?
What happened to the songs of yesterdays?

Does prose...

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Beyond softest poetic muse, the garden sighs a breathless trust into the heart, remembering that God, in His great design, singled out the gardener for...

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SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber...

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Charlotte

You were smiling at me
As you were looking right 
Through him
Or were you 
Looking right through me
As you were smiling at him?
False subtleties 
From dew...

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How Readers would Miss Me...

It has now been one year that he had died, 
What emptiness that he’s no more with us! 
Which, as days...

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“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie,...

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Will of Tudela
Whose zeal burned for the white wolves 
Against Languedoc's black lambs 

Nameless soul of gold
Guided by heaven's muses
Pitied the southern pastures 


Poem inspired...

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Sing a silly song with me off key
Pretend we are big golden stars
Walking on clouds gracefully
Winning every suitors red heart

We never stay down for long
The...

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At sixteen
People's Bible Church
sent me from rural Michigan farm lands
to Moody Bible Institute
in siren-screaming Chicago

Church fathers assumed,
despite curious evidence to the contrary,
that I was a...

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Beneath a sun, both bright and bold,
A scoop of sunshine spun from gold.
Creamy vanilla, a child's delight,
Melting slow, in the midday's light.

Sticky fingers, a sugary...

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RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
        ...

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Calliope the muse 
goddess of all that rhymes,
lead me on a pathway 
to the garden where sweet 
words grow in your bright ray

Calliope the muse,
sister...

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