Grandfather Writing Poems

Italia we strolled the country side throughout 
the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone 
ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to 
the soft and...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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A broken string,
In ancient times she sings
Stretched straight on the guitar then she sings,
not more live today fling, 

Her song today listen on the temple,
Some...

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Bounded

Circumscribed

Bordered

Are stories

Imagined

Appearing

Passed down

From past

Ages..

Stories which

Are freedom

Already......

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Creative Note 

“You have a creative and uniqueness in the way you think.’

‘‘A trait you must never lose,
if you do, you might sink.’’

People would like...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch



Smoke
by Michael R. Burch

The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts...

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My grandma died, I found some letters,
In an ancient chest,
Nobody but her saw them,
Til she went to place of rest.
They’re written by a fountain pen,
Found...

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his tired eyes yet sparkled with the love of his craft
a love steeped in awe and fear of its impact
the hunched shoulders hovered o'er each...

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Wonderland
by Michael R. Burch
 
We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test
the beatific anthems of the blessed,
the sentence of the martyr, and the...

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Thinking of her day and night,
wrinkled, withering, hair turning white.

Wish I had time to write her a letter,
naw, she's alright, she always gets better.

I finally...

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Sequestered Thoughts
Written: By Tom Wright
8-10-2019

I sequestered some thoughts today at dawning, 
Other days I’ve allowed these thoughts free reign.
But today, I’ve a tendency, to sit...

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Withered hands that have lived a thousands lives over,
hold me above the sinister ways that life has tricked me.
A grandfather with the weight of the...

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Lord Of Long Shadows, Master Poe And I 

Lord of long shadows had invaded hearth and home
sauntered in amidst cracklings of hot fireplace flames
Saying, "...

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(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not...

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