Art Sonnet Poems

I want my sword to water wilting plants,
Yet not to slay my fake foes in weird wars	
Like an ant killer gobbling helpless ants,
Or any monstrous...

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Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, Within Poetic Verse

Sonnet I

I saw morn's soft hands stretching to touch bright moonlight
Tis but a fleeting blink betwixt man's death and birth
Dark...

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Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both...

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Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched...

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LIGHT IN SPACE-A SONNET
In Kettles Yard thet kept their art
Helen and Jim were the main part
midst stray objects,sculpture and glass
with pictures ,paintings unsurpassed;
Friend of artists,collectors...

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Sonnets X-XVI


Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions....

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I smiled when blood orange sun bursts danced
they blush for purple iris leafs
us spring tide heart flames so entranced 
like robin red breasts perched on...

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She just discovered infidelity
And she knew the throbbing was eternal
Knowing to forgive with pure clarity
Her heart needed to light the nocturnal

She would be a warrior...

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Have you seen that guy who does painting on TV?
with close-curl hair like his landscape greenery,
although he is a genius that's to be sure,
and with...

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Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight

Here in the now, amidst the pale twilight
that fleeting moment, - dying of the night
that most precious air,...

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Thou art to soul as sleep is to my strife,
The cheeks look when no more rosy nor full,
Lips no more red, knees busy...

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Wouldst I Become, Last Gasp Of Dying Star

Wouldst I become, last gasp of dying star
brighter glow in Heaven's majestic sky
existing as hope's promise from afar
gifting...

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Would thou revile me so much lover dear?
That thou teacheth mine heart to hate at fate?
Would I regret I e'er knew thee or fear?
Art thou...

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Written From A Poetic Heart's True Renderings

Riding into oblivion's clouds
wearing rags, willfully blind shrouds
O'lord, such epic darkness burns
giving more hideous returns,
weeping songs, chaotic notes
as swollen...

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Discovery Of What Sadness Lies Just Behind The Curtain

Like a pale vapor, time flieth away
whose invisible hands each season make
some heavenly glory, others dark gray,
such...

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