Swan Poems

‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the run

Champagne flows from magic fountains...Read More

    Under  "white swan" chords,
   disconsolate sailor cries,
    copious salt tears ...!






Ps, white swan, official anthem of
Brazil's navy...Read More

A young woman, her form
still bearing a mirage of beauty.
In her detail she decays
closer still, a beauty returns
as a micro-delicacy.
Her charm dips in and out
like a swan through the bodies spoilage.
Da Vinci and his artist acolytes,
those red-handed anatomists,
all owe her...Read More

A chance to dream
The awesome storm
Pilgrimage and Swan
Birth matrice for furlong
Please me captive and torn
Awaken from this nightmare no longer,
Captured in the storm...Read More

I’m dead in my heart
you killed me by the sword lips
oh! what a killer sight you have
I’m banned in my heart 
O beauty
you sovereign my poetry

I’m ruined in your cheek dimple,
your neckline locks me up like the snake mating
through the...Read More

Tick, tock, flows the time, can you sense the clock in chime?
Talk, and talk, here; it walks, fully upon an eternal block.
Journal upon journal, there is no end. The time ticks past, watch it bend.
Alas, no one asked; how terribly...Read More

Skating so serene like a splendid, sliding swan
upon an ice pond softly as a spry sunrise at dawn,
Shawn saw some splendid surprise, seemed soft as sleek chiffon,
a sight so shrouded, light as snow white, a striking, sprightly fawn.


2/6/2020...Read More

Within my mind walls, upon a screen,
amazing adventures can be seen.
Through the fog that slowly drifts,
a lovely swan, her wings she lifts.

Head held high shows she is pleased
by evening light’s embracing breeze.
Into the water, she then glides,
upon liquid silver, she...Read More

Swoon Song
by Michael R. Burch

In this ordinary swoon
as I pass from life to death,
I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;
I feel no sympathy for breath.

Who I am and why I came,
I do not know; nor does it matter.
The...Read More

As the bold sun rises with grace
Sparse soft light stretches wide afar
Cross flower's sweet scented field's mace
Powder blue clouds hide night's Dog Star

Damp murmurs of sleepy birds heard
As the bold sun rises with grace
Stout brown rabbit in his hole stirred
While...Read More

Decades of a formula that only he knew about it and drew,
Cascades of his artwork came to a head in his last years,
Glissades of a swan in a lake that only a handful had seen,
Tirades made its mark on him,...Read More

I love the mountain, and the shining sun
And the curved hills, clear waters run

The misty mornings, a craving for dawns 
When the leaves of the Fall, burnt and gone

The silent leafy tree as her boughs...Read More

Elegant is the white swan
Joined for life swimming along
When cobs and pens breed again
Then cygnets swim with them

Date: 1/21/2020
Contest: When and Then
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas...Read More

The Phoenix is unique.
This gentle herbivore has magical powers
Which people seek.
Let's look at it's physique.
It has a scarlet colored swan body, autumn colored 
Feathers that softly glow in the dark, and a 
Peacock tail that is hot to the touch...Read More

Words hanging from parched branches confused and betrayed

Under a canopy of shadows in the recess of belittled thoughts

A prison of speechlessness bereft of expression and meaning


Letters motionless in disarray fighting lost battles lonely at heart

Starved streams of consciousness as a...Read More

On the lush green lawns by river Avon,
deep in thought,I was leaning on  a tree,
golden sun rays spraying paint over town,
When my eyes caught a boatman sail past me.

Water rippled and splashed about his oar,
he stroked Avon in rhythm...Read More

These are my translations of some of the oldest Japanese waka, which evolved into poetic forms such as tanka, renga and haiku. 

While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a single stalk of plumegrass wilts.
—O no Yasumaro (circa 711), translation...Read More

The swan can poop while sitting down
on water or on its feet on solid ground.
For this Ogden Nash awarded it a crown.
Yet humans on occasion have been known
to rush to duplicate the feat 
and for expedience and not a prize,
rather...Read More

Brave bird, soaring overhead yonder
   O, breathtaking bird --- PLOP! ---
I need repair to shampoo my hair and ponder

Noble steed, racing like the wind o'er yonder
   O, swift stallion --- NOT THAT WAY, CRAZY HORSE! ---
I...Read More

silently gliding
across the freshwater marsh
the trumpeter swan




Date written: 01/03/2020


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How the days have flown!
We’ve come to the end
of another year
and I reminisce
on good times and bad

I’ll shed a tear 
for friends who’ve died
but then recall
fun times we shared

let’s embrace
forthcoming
challenges

and greet
the new

year

Title chosen 5. December's Swan Song

Pick A Title, Vol...Read More

Dark crown positions an imminent moon,
while the car benign a simple swan tune,
by a male world-renowned steady croon,
quaffs from a sweetheart, abrupt swoon,
as twain souls dissolution, way too soon,
while a solo spirit on, strangely immune,
limits another whose heart is now...Read More

on the ice of frozen stream
image of the breaking dawn
golden hue in crimson seam
through the fields a waking fawn
watching flight of lonely swan

December 30, 2019

Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart...Read More

The darkness extends
As the sun descends
To partial ellipse
And deep cold now grips
Penetrating core

Skeletal trees’
Dark silhouettes
Against pale sky
In waiting sleep

Burst of lights
Signal makes
Indicates

Old year
Comes to

End


39.December 2019
December’s Swan song
Sponsor:Edward Ubeh...Read More

I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true 
I then begin to question, was it even written...Read More