Mother Pastoral Poems

Hey  fox cub whaur will ye play the day?  

The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold  

leaf hiding youngsters like...

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She’s the one who loves us all,
 The one who catches us when we fall. 
With gentle arms and endless grace, 
She shows us love...

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This is from your dear Mother
Who expected you for months
Sometimes feeling distressed and exhausted
Though excited, from carrying another Soul

Eyes watched how she gained weight
Tummy bulging...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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We'd wash it down with a bottle of pop, that fizzled and tickled up our noses
and when we'd done we'd get up again and maybe...

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Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting, 
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding 

vim, vinegar  and *****
caressing,...

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Sometimes God brings his angels lives to an end, so its unfortunate that I have to say goodbye to my friend, a love taken far...

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Greenswards Fecundity Blooms Away ™

Within a fortnight, as tempestuous slam
dunk March madness closes curtain call
“in like a lion, out like a lamb,” 
twill hove tested...

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This last day of February two thousand nineteen
Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
unlikely to be inundated with heavy snowy scene
methinks buds will burst early issuing royal green
carpeting...

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MY SIN IS GREAT BUT GOD'S GRACE IS GREATER

My sin is great but
God's grace is greater
Your sin is great but
God's grace is greater
I may have...

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CRY THE CRY, 
HATH THE MARTYR CRIED.
DEEPLY LIKE A BABY THAT NEEDS HER MOTHER, 
INSIDE A SOLITARY FEAST, 
FOR THE SAKE OF THE FALLING ONES.
OH!...

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Things Fall Apart
The moon is not lighter
The day I saw the moon
The sun is not brighter
The time I saw the sun
Thee were not like this
The...

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FEBRUARY ON WILDMOOR HEATH

Across the Heath the chill'ed land is sleeping
The cyclic pattern of seasonal life bespeaking
Bushes hunched, bare trees holding themselves still
Not restrained by...

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The Sovereign, Almighty, omnipotent, omniscient God.
faithful, explicable and searchable
personal yet indescribable
He purls my heart together.
In my quandary, He is there.
A mother, a father He is.
My...

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In the dead of night,
I heard the cry of agony;
A shrill cry it was, 
But a faint cry,
As of a heart fainting of strength.

It oozed...

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