Long Cerise Poems

A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst...

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People say my personality is perky, many seem to find me intriguing;
And I greatly enjoy being popular, as I don't find society fatiguing.

Having traveled to myriad places, I have seen many beautiful sights,
Such as very...

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Awesome to witness this extraordinary phenomena 
The famous  rare' Ring of Fire' right over Africa!!
Today the sun's a terrific ruby ring in Tanzania
A fiery stunning cerise circumference, special effects, credits Creator Allah
As the luminous moon...

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I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books,
As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks.

Although it was pleasant work and appealing, I was not so very...

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Early Poems XX

These are my early poems or juvenilia. 


Paradise
by Michael R. Burch, age 15

There’s a sparkling stream
And clear blue lake
A home to beaver,
Duck and drake

Where the waters flow
And the winds are soft
And the sky...

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Trompe L'oeil
I use to be so sure of my colors
But now my vision is jaded
Perhaps it is obscured
from the THOUSANDS of tears I've shed

I taught you
the primary colors, RED, YELLOW, and BLUE
The shades of red...

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Sappho Translations XIII by Michael R. Burch

In these translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used in any way, shape...

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When my inkless isles 
become drenched 
   with icy wintergreen embers 
of apologetic auroras ~ 
 and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, 
  this soul orchestrating in...

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The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.

The obsidian night, it was very...

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The corners of his pink lips bow into a grin that sent a spark to burst into colors in the dark hole of a heart I had. He lit me up like a lantern on...

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The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do
The owl and I
We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky,
The heavens above and together we see
We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise,
Sighing...

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You didn’t leave me in the past,
Where faded memories were dark, shadows
Breaking through my peace, rhythms
Raining like echoes from the long-ago,
Erasing the beautiful, the joy and hope
The promises of wonderful, in hues
So brilliant, like the...

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Hello, September!
                                 ...

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Neither puppy love nor lust, each insists
in its imperfect play. Their hearts resist
both by clinging in its barbaric way.
Youth forgiven. The wolf begs her to stay. 
But a commitment is made in marriage. 
It is...

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I gaze at the approaching thunderstorm
and inhale the earthly scent of rainstorm
Her tears
as spears
is like a million blows on human fears

I ponder awhile beneath the lit-up sky
then words start rolling & a prayer is sent...

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In depth of woods how autumn dazzles, swirling beauty of ornate décor,
Waltzing with ochre hickory, birch; whirling flaxen moods of sycamore,
Gracing my view upon blazing foothills, where vistas gamboge scroll,
Bedecking maples, swaying rhythms, with fiery...

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our lady of Guadalupe stands alight in corner air
her gown emerald, cerise, gold
Don Pedro stands afore
glass to glass in an amber glow
Lowry’s beaked bird of uva descent
shadows flicker here, there
on the morrow lies the tropical...

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Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major



Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
that failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade, the pink...

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Oh my dear Cerise,
Though your tear ducts stain blue,
With the petals you pluck,
Singing faint words of 'He loves me not',
As the flower wilts in your hands.

Dear Cerise don't cry,
As they crumble and dust in your...

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How do you feel
when you look to the skies..?

the cumulus inspired your innocent imagination
with playful marshmallow fantasies —
the sun peeked from behind
peony-puffs of airy white
to admire the flounce and frill 
of your yellow sundress —
in...

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Gentle, these hues of cerise, indigo
Feelings blended with stirrings of pine trees,
Silent winds, trembling light will softly glow,
Silhouettes so kind flowing in the breeze.

Feelings blended with stirrings of pine trees,
Wistful moods, rousing fires with nervous...

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season gracefully tantalizing our senses , 
filling our arid heart with euphoric delight...
autumn.. tiptoeing softly with secret steps, veiled,
in a soothing miraculous cascade of light. 


invigorating stroll around the block, spotted
on the tall maple ..cerise,...

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she was a salamander of the sun
an enraptured reptile of the stars
dancing with the other campfire lizards
in the asphalt murrain
in the technomarshes
in the hookah parking lots
and mildewed shopping malls
on the internet
amongst the programmer punks
and hacker...

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Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade,the pink and cerise porticos,
the heavenly-frocked casements,...

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Why are you not where you belong?
This situation is very wrong?

I do not mean to pry,
Yet still I wonder why?

Some beautiful birds and a lake,
Would not at all be hard...

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