Nostalgia Poems Poems

Don't forget
My Love...
My bud ... ,
My tenderness.
You have the key to my heart,
And you will always be in my soul
I love you
My princess
Now and forever.

My...

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A lonely dock
Where memories are carved letter plus letter
Where hope lies in absence of written end
Where wind nips softly, devoid of ability to cut
Where a...

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Staring at the ceiling in dark
Missing ur eyes full of spark..
Was ur eyes something in which I got lost.. 
I want ur gaze maybe at...

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Upon this rock, was my fate etched
By the hands of Akooke Olemo. 
I lingered on her laps like mummy’s boy,
Though my own blood at me,...

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak 
My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns
My...

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Poetry is a naturally simple speech
Poetry is a well-organized speech
It is the profound expression of the soul
The digital or verbal dialect of the heart
Poetry is...

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In the Dark I stand motionless
Staring across the moonlit landscape
We are together but I am alone
My thoughts consume me
The silence and isolation comforts me
My heart...

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Sundry torrents ask me for nonsense,
Veiled cloaks hovering in cinnabar sunsets, 
Hovering evenly in evening’s evanescence.

Nostalgia reaping neurons from presence,
So stress rapes neurons from futures,
Plans...

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Finely-tuned eyes; transparent disguise
Charisma in lies concealing blue eyes
I know you’ll have questions for likely suspects
You’ll squeeze all your snitches for everything left

But, reading this...

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We sat on the porch of your best friends apartment
Celebrating time with cigarettes and conversation
You sat on my lap; a siege concealed in a kiss
My...

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When you return home after many years,
stepping onto familiar soil,
your heart stirs with bittersweet anticipation.
The sun-tinted house that once witnessed your dreams
now stands a stranger,...

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Steal James Dean's car
Paint it
Marlboro Red
Marina Blue
Cocaine White
Slip down and cruise the coast
Skip town on the drop of a dime
1955 Porsche 550 Spyder in the...

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Verses composed, daytime dreams,
Lounging in a languid breeze,
Letter by lazy letter they drop
Into the ether, never to be retrieved.

I sometimes long to feel, no,
I let...

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EARLY POEMS XXI - JUVENILIA

Dance With Me
by Michael R. Burch

(circa age 18)

Dance with me
to the fiddles’ plaintive harmonies.
Enchantingly,
each highstrung string,
each yearning key,
each a thread within...

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A meeting of two moms can be a wonderful thing a meeting of two minds is a beautiful thing…

Shortly after we moved into our new...

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