Funeral Romance Poems

A tepid breeze delicately descends,
embedding a sphere of embers engulfed in saffron flames,
but intrinsic illuminations cannot soothe somber sorrows.
Splashes of persimmon and periwinkle horizons,
turn indigo,...

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The yellow rose is filled with sunshine and joy,  
she says welcome back or good luck.  


The red rose tells a story of...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Deprived (sleep)

The small green light
on the radio dial... 
glares at me in the dark. 
It is like a lazar light show going off. 
I threw...

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For my very special birthday,                                        ...

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In my magical garden,                     ...

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Flippancy

Projects held together, 
with tiny threads of hope. 
Cut with sharp scissors, 
a knife, or razor-blade...

Putting hard work into a thing... 
each giving their all,...

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Medieval Poems IV



IN LIBRARIOS
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as pimps praise their whores for exotic positions.



Brut (circa 1100...

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As Her Beauty Rivals Red, Red Roses

Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and...

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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,...

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At a funeral we,                     ...

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My loving friend I could depend
Out for lunch, shopping and talking              ...

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Use to Be

My best friend... 
I would bring things to you. 
You needed or wanted. 
I would talk to you for hours, 
about whatever you...

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Loss

How can I express, 
something that can not be written down, 
unless you can grasp lightening, 
harness thunder, shush a whisper…
or ask your self if...

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Boxes of Hope

In the attic there is tensile. 
Bright and lovely, reflective pieces
of fluff to begin the journey. 

One, two, three,
a dozen cardboard containers. 
I...

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