On clumsy day of morning fogg
I woke up to reality
To check my beloved sanity
A stone became the chosen one
It was picked for his services
A hard son of soft rock,
A tough block, a rough block, indeed
Destiny knows his path
Growling wind observed the scenario
First flight took Mr. Stone to few feets
The desire was to Re-release
It left my hand to reach space
My head became a Crater by double pace
The stone lives in my head since then
He was first where the headache begin!
Original Haiku by Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: haiku, original, sky, breath, existence, night, dark, darkness, leaf, autumn, fall, leaves, universe, beauty, loneliness, night, stars, moon
should the sky fall,
let my last breath
praise Your existence
—Michael R. Burch
It ever was night,
yet in the darkness I found you,
shining, bright.
—Michael R. Burch
a last leaf
clinging to life
declines to fall...
—Michael R. Burch
the Universe,
dazzled by her beauty,
swoons.
—Michael R. Burch
Loneliness engulfs me
like an immense night
void of stars.
—Michael R. Burch
Crow
perched quizzically on scarecrow:
natural comedian!
—Michael R. Burch
Autumn leaves
swirling:
dreams aloft & imperiled
—Michael R. Burch
struggle to fit
into cramped too-small shoes:
tiny haiku
—Michael R. Burch
your easy smile
brightens the day
natural as wildflowers
—Michael R. Burch
a single silver leaf
on the old oak tree:
autumn moon
—Michael R. Burch
playful progeny of my creativity
the product of my muse ~
I gave it my all
AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Thales the monist
(But Phales first)
Anaxamander's apeiron
Bound by Thales's thirst
Aristotle's forms are particular
He found Plato forms peculiar
A dualistic idealist
Mathematically sure
(Or so he thought)
and no one bought
Pythagoras's mysticism
Mathematical or not
And then there's Kant
A metaphysical agnostic
Hume's empiricism
Is left to criticism
And Barkley left a theological veneer
On a history of philosophy so *****
Leaving no one to know for sure
We'll God knows, and knows why
He doesn't discover anything new
He doesn't learn anew or is surprised
(So if your tempted to call it Murphy's Law)
Call on Him the Original Know-It-All
The tight fibre of spring
budding out of its buried shell like cove
coming on as battle fatigue camouflage
redirecting us from the throttle of Winter
Liquid green like tomato feed
The Angiosperm of the root structure
teases us all
This vast uniformity of hope
flawless cherried blossoms
forging a challenge by the promenade
creaves to us all
daffodils and tulips together,
resplendent in their perfume
How I love Irises
space is where i stare into
a throbbing headache seems to be what is on the menu
i am lying to the best thing that has ever happened to me
all because my extreme inner fear became my bully
i guess i was in God's Good Graces at a particular moment
i got away with a lie that could have been devastating
miraculously i have a chance to save face completely straight, though bent
the lesson being taught by leaps and bounds was definitely hesitating
eyesight lost each day
hearing following right behind
coming clean is in the form of paid bills and importantly paid rent
i conquered my greatest bully....once again at the expense of ME
This might be a revolting idea a slow-thinking tablemate said.
I rolled my eyes at my cousin Rhea and ate some sour dough bread.
There has never been an original idea in her fluff-frilly head.
Rolling his eyes across the table was her daddy, my Uncle Ed
Consequences of imitation
First of, limitation
No focus on future ambition
Later on impersonation
To avoid these problems
Do not be like them
To your dreams remain firm
You are a really priceless gem
After giving your best shots
Always remember you've got the guts
To do what you must
Please avoid negative thoughts
Of you they will laugh
But it will not be enough
Because you are really tough
They will have to be more rough
Achieve your purpose on this earth
Do not take your dreams developed or from birth
Back to your maker on the day of judgement
So, you will be rewarded for achieving your quests.
I played my part, I gave my best,
Yet unlike me, you did it effortless,
No trophy to hold or prize to claim
Just empty hands and an echo of shame.
I stand beside the constant cheers for your glory, left alone in my own forlorn story.
You smiled as if it were just fate,
As if my losses were yours to take.
My injured hands bear toil and pain, while yours stay soft with effortless gain.
Yearning for first place, yet always falling at your grace,
While my resilience was forced to fade without a trace.
The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall.
It’s simple and it’s plain— so why should I complain?
Stressed, he asks, yes
I am, knowing that you are the one have me in a mess
How can I be your significant other when you make me feel insignificant than your lover
Significant other? What does it mean?
It's says it's a person who is important to someone's well being
It can also refer to someone with whom someone has a romantic or sexual relationship that is likely to last longer
But with each passing day you leave me astray making our love not much stronger
If you really didn't want to be with me and I'm such a terrible person
Then maybe it's the reason I'm in my head cursin' thinking that one day I'll be rehearsin' my vows, my devotion
I thought I had it set in motion
But in reality, your reality, I'm just your insignificant other
The whole time I've been sitting here thinking that I was your significant other
If I had a second chance,
I would have erased all my past mistakes,
I would have turned all my wrong decisions into the right choices,
I would have changed the course of my life.
If I had a second chance,
I would not have been alone in this world,
I would have shared more time, love, and affection with her,
I would have death wait for a little longer for her.
If I had a second chance,
I would have shaped my personality a little better,
I would have controlled my stubbornness and anger,
I would have listened and respected the ideas of others.
If I had a second chance,
I would have reset the destiny of my life,
I am repenting my past for a moment,
I am wishing for an impossible second chance
Sacred Night – A New Original Modern-day Christmas Carol,
a Collab with Cecilia Crasto
Once again, a beautiful poem by my sister Cecilia Crasto has been transformed into a lyrical Video musical, complete with special effects to convey the story of that historic Christmas night when the Christ Child was born. This New Original Christmas Carol celebrates the timeless spirit of love, hope, and joy that unites us all, regardless of our beliefs or traditions.
I trust you’ll enjoy this heartfelt creation as much as we enjoyed bringing it to life. Wishing my family, friends, and everyone here a season filled with peace, kindness, and good health. May this time of year inspire warmth and togetherness in us all.
A Happy and Joyful Christmas to one and all
The original plan was to be very concrete
The original plan was to eradicate poverty from the bloodline
To live the life my fathers couldn’t cement
Today, there’s a twist to the original storyline
Coming across money is near impossible
Very educated but still unemployed
Employed but still under paid
Plans and dreams slowly getting decayed
The ones in power immediately forget the vows they swore
The vows they swore when they were given the mandate
The mandate for the betterment of wretched lives
Lives that once shined very bright
bright, but are now dimmed by the fog of poverty
Poverty that’s stuck on the lives of us like fleas
It’s sad to realize that , there’s no help so we flee
We have to flee , for safety , for better lives
Lives that our motherland cannot support
For our dreams to be on track , to become a reality ,
We have to relive , readdress and fight for our original plans .
When the night dies and the horizon blushes with dawn's light,
I look around myself to find you by my side...
And all of a sudden everything falls back into their places,
Like pieces of a haphazard puzzle completed by your warm embraces.
Selfless equipped with nobility and compassion
Original can not be cloned, copied, or duplicated
Unique wonderfully created one me
Luminescence gifted firefly
Related Poems