Sea Roses Are Red Poems

he is tall and dark
gentle strong hands tender heart
brown eyes deep like sea

plant peace inside me
he gave me twelve red roses
pearly smile shining...

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A story is created in my heart

I think about his look and my soul grows
It gives a taste of honey and sweetness on his lips

In...

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EARLY POEMS XIX

Bound
by Michael R. Burch

Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of the streetlamp casts strange shadows to the ground,
I have lost...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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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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Sea asked me a question 

Once at half moon tides making a jumble sounds 

How are you? 
Me tho f9 Thanks 

What is the musical...

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Lady’s Favor
by Michael R. Burch

May
spring
fling
her riotous petals
devil-
may-care
into the air,
ignoring the lethal
nettles
and may
May
cry gleeful-
ly Hooray!
as the abundance
settles,
till a sudden June
swoon
leave us out of tune,
torn,
when the last...

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Red roses passion love, crimson, red eyes countenance
Red berries, sweetening neural, red skirt swirls like cyclone 
Red sea dipping fishes swimming 
Blood pumping to veins...

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Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of...

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Poetry is lipped as ink drips on an ornamented card 
Violets in a stream of blue as the roses bud
A red heart shape is enhaloed...

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Puzzles in Pink

Yesterday is just a dream. 
I took you everywhere, 
but you... do not remember. 

My little one, 
you cried and cried. 

We went...

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(1.)
From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose

When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills...

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Roses are red, but we cannot deliberate any further the traits of the bed  
Rue, due to the sea blue, replica of brotha, anew...

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Roses are red, violets are blue, 
the best friend has to be you.

You were there through it all, 
even when you couldn't stand tall.

We have...

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Roses are red, violets are blue
I am scared if it turns out true
The future that everyone, but me, see
They say, "boy dont dream things that...

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