Short Xxii Poems

Berthe Morisot* looking at you
the inner woman comes into view
An artist herself- an equivalent
with feelings so ambivalent...

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I am sorry
Never have I been so sad
You are very important to me
But I have forgotten your name
Damn my age

© Poem – XXII/I/MMXXV
LRET
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It's the middle class t-rump attacks
This ass dumps our social contracts
For Inc(s) he does care
And for-the-rich welfare
Disguised by his off the wall acts...

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That blade which takes
I took that made
what cuts I did
so did I bleed
and took my road
that dust and blood
the path my blade
had cut for me
end-roads!

::~::...

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I must have dropped my unconscious mind
in the home & garden aisle yesterday

in a dream the intercom
crackles to life, tickling my ears
a familiar voice calls out

reminding me that I need
to water my houseplants soon...

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Someday I will no longer be here
I hope people get together
If they do not…no big deal
You can make fun of me all you want
Just do not praise me
And do not condemn me
I was just a man, no more no less
Just imperfect me

© Poem – I/XXII/MMXXII...

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Let the daylight burn
Struggling against beautiful clouds
While the planet below waits
Watching the apocalypse above
God will cry upon His throne
But even He may be too late
The world will die
And no one will be left to mourn

© Poem – VIII/XXII/MMXXIV
LRET
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Awaiting a light
To guide us down the path
that composed our eternity

For no woman I have swayed
In quite the fashion as I for you
For no woman could I have swooned
as I swiftly as I for you

and if ever there was a chance
to seize the pendulum
‘tis your constant amour
Then the risk would equalize
The value you illustrate...

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There are so many tales, all telling the same story
A prince awaits at the bottom of the stairs
Finally, the princess comes down one step at a time
It is always love at first sight and a happily ever after
So, after the stories are told thousands of times
The magic of the staircase still creates love whenever it can

© Poem – XXII/XII/MMXXIV
LRET

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Praying to God is not going to help
She owns the Devil’s Triangle
And she is out there looking for you
If you are unlucky enough to be found
The fires of Hell will not look so bad
As her spirit tears you and your ship apart
Just know that you will never be found
Your souls belong to her
The Shade Of The Shipyard will never let you go

© Poem – XXIV/XXII/MMXXIV
LRET
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You live in a democracy
Every so often the filters go down
No matter who the person is
It doesn’t matter how much you respect them
The BS doesn’t need to sneak through
It comes out with every word
They won’t say anything that is true
Even fact-checkers cry when they hear it all
But all the BS has to stop sometime
Well at least for the next four years

© Poem – XXII/VII/MMXXIV
LRET
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People are Good
Their Creator made them so.

Yes, they do go wrong
And even when they mean well,
They constitute Misery to others
Some other times, they release themselves
To be used by the messenger of misery.

We do Bad things
I mean, very Bad things.
Not that we are Bad,
But many times, our choices are Bad
And sometimes our Good turns Bad,
Leaves us helpless and Misunderstood
But, we are Good People.
@JULY 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled...

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Your Death

You died way too soon
Sleeping peacefully on an October eve
The night was too quiet
Then they came
Hunting down people who harmed no one
Shooting them again and again
Men, women, children, and even babies
It seemed that no one was safe
Awoken, all you did was sit up on your bed
The shots echoed through your house
One by one, each person was shot
You were the last one
As you died, the animals laughed
And an endless war began

© Poem – XXII/V/MMXXV
LRET
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These are my early poems, or juvenilia. 

Analogy
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 19

Our embrace is like a forest
lying blanketed in snow;
you, the lily, are enchanted
by each shiver trembling through;
I, the snowfall, cling in earnest
as I press so close to you.
You dream that you now are sheltered;
I dream that I may break through.

Published by Borderless Journal (Singapore)

Keywords/Tags: Early poems, juvenilia, college, analogy, embrace, forest, snow, lily, dream...

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