Plywood Poems

More Than a Soft Toy

...I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven.
It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair.
At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls,
My uncl...

His Kind of Love

...I am my father’s daughter —
quiet when it matters,
loud when it doesn’t,
loyal like a bruise that never fades.

He was a man of few words
and too many beers,
a homebody with calloused hands
w...

And yet the sun will rise

...It seems there was no rampant fraud;
by neither was I was over-awed - 
my guy’s the one who parked the bear at night.

The masses are reacting how?
The market play is plywood now
with businesse...

Hospital name change

...I am a softer word
softer than plywood
Whats in a name
I ask myself,
but a veneer of transposition.
an arraigned truth
From Mayday to University Hospital
from the prosaic to the nomenclature
...

Advice to Young Poets

...Advice to Young Poets
by Nicanor Parra Sandoval
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Youngsters,
write however you will
in your preferred style.
Too much blood flowed under th...

A 1950s Lancashire Life

...So you want to hear a story, first of all there is no morning glory. Your feet touch the floor its cold as ice as is the water, what a surprise.
With sleepy eyes you look for your clothes, best thin...

Data Delivered to Your Inbox

...Black lives matter. Me too.
Not my president. Give peace a chance.
Luck runs out. I like immigrants. 
Power must be challenged by power. 

Equal and opposite reactions.
God is the answer. Love ...

Campfire Cologne

...Bright fingers of crimson and gold, reaching skyward,
The flames flicker and dance as they illuminate the dark.
As we toss on another twig and some old plywood.
Now and then embers would escape wi...

Day Ends In Shanty Town

...day ends in a shanty town

When crossing the bridge to the shanty town
The day was almost over, blank and tired
and due to pollution, the light on the bridge had a hue of aureate 
The huts in th...

My Lost Doll- Ld

...I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven.
It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair.
At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls,
My uncle li...

Corsage

...The toy box made of plywood painted white
my grandfather built for me when I was three
has become a time machine
a tool of torture
Why haven’t I burned its contents to ash
as I did all his lette...

Starlight and Moonlight Ii

...Starlight and Moonlight II

These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …




Deliver Us...
by Michael R. Burch 

for m...

I Am Poetry

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 I am poetry  a nightingale stringing blues 
               Of medieval lyrics---swords sliding bows.
                            lyrics whose broken tones, 
can't be rewritten, of blood fe...

Enlightenment

...Enlightenment

What is this consciousness that feels so sublime?
They told me that I am conscious of my time.
It is all gloomy and dark with lots of pain.
If I'm conscious, is it virtue o...

Love Poems Iv

...LOVE POEMS IV by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, romance, relationships and marriage. 

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