Lonely Paradise Poems

Just a little bit longer and I’ll be home,
No more worries, no more pain –
Joy everlasting, my heart will never roam,
With this endless love I’ll...

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The utter splendour of garden life
Encompassed by nature, calm and serene
A sanctuary away from all that strife
Oh what a pleasure it has been!

Wondrous sounds competing...

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Winter Autumn Spring the door! 
Now I know the flow goes all the way to the summertime heat!
From the ocean low to the valley floor...

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Incomming of tears, 
Returning of fears 
Killing of men:The alarming bell
So called paradise changed into hell
On the faces of all
I saw the marks of fall
On...

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I toured the avenues of your spirit,
And I was cautious not to fall in your pit,
But you caught my soul with your kiss 
Like a...

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I
In my palace,
I have built a hundred fountains.

Though they play all day,
none can catch
the sparkle of her eyes.

II
Fall is the season
of the great migration.

Under cloudy...

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Suddenly... I'm bored of what I love before,
And I keep thinking about what I did with my friends.
Somehow, I think I'm beginning to realize what...

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I am death I am freedom  I am crying on my knees
I see glory I see sunlight I see him as I kneel down...

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I made you a vow of paradise
Though I knew I could not find the time
To show you how much I cared and treasured
The sincerity of...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the...

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I asked the Christian evangelical
proudly wearing his Make America Great Again
red golfing cap:

What day to day spiritual experience
of grace
health
humane relationships
rich in joy
well-being
regenerativity
integrity
would you lose
if God...

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Paradise reframed
  isolating together
   ~ texting each other




     July 24, 2020
  Isolation Philosophy
    ...

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A garden of beauty, your faces show,
your beauty among the hay scarecrow.
All the flowers smell so fruity,
Your faces show, a garden of beauty.



The summer is...

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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the...

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In A Suburban Paradise

I was to spend hours on my bed 
writing short stories in 1967;
with my left leg dangling over the left side, 
I...

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