Brother Visionary Poems

Our Stolen Days

The given days we take,
Childlike, heedless of consequence.
We swallow them as our due,
Our entitled share of happiness
Or, at least, consideration of the stake
Each...

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Quote By Poet "To write poems, I became a poet."

As a writer I love to write,  
I hope my words will take flight.
My quest...

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Hatred, anger, flames burning up souls
destruction, killings all manner of evil  
brother turning on brother, father  on son
riots, police being so incredibly brutal.

Wars...

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak 
My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns
My...

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There in the corner of the living room 
on a loveseat meant for two 
now only resides one
there he sits, by a warm fireplace
its occupant...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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Tom writes from A acrostic to V villanelle

o what a story he can tell

moment to moment you are under his spell

 

 

"Couldn't sleep the...

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Tantalizing 



Date Written: 9/2/2020

2 Place   One Word Poem contest Judged: 9/5/2020 Sponsored by: Bobby May...

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Dear Dr. King,

I read of your struggle(s) over 50 years ago, & my heart brakes for how your life was taken prematurely on that day

I...

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Listen
by Immanuel A. Michael (an alias of Michael R. Burch)

1.
Listen to me now
and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone,
screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.

Listen...

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The Unsaved

I watch you from a distance. 
I see everything you do. 
Your life is hard, 
and the world is unkind, 
mostly, if only at...

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At Tintagel
by Michael R. Burch

That night, 
at Tintagel, 
there was darkness such as man had never seen...
darkness and treachery, 
and the unholy thundering of the...

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SATAN HAD A DAUGHTER 

Satan had a daughter, her name was Indiana
Came a time Satan could not understand her

What my young lass what does ails...

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Take leave of this
Veneer of contented containment 
Go tell your thoughts
Delineate the shades of
Dusk and the dark 
Beneath the ashes sleep
Never renews this life 
Little...

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PROLOGUE:

For what's in a name,
That Shakespeare untamed,
A lyric gained fame,
But when it became,
A different ball game,
For one who's insane.

Yet if twin Yanks say 'Gogh' ,...

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