Long Pinked Poems

Rejection Slips 2

The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
 
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
 
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,

the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
 
the face in the...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VII

These are early poems I wrote as a boy and as a teenager.

The Leveler
by Michael R. Burch

The nature of Nature
is bitter survival
from Winter’s bleak fury
till Spring’s brief revival.

The weak implore Fate;
bold men...

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Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest,
By a giant bear paw.
She had suspected for a few months that her twin flame was leaving.
They did not talk any more,
Did not eat...

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Blown Away ( Did The World End Today ? )
 
Falling in the ashen dusk
Quiet streets are lined
Laying beneath a pinked and rose set sky
Everything painted in the same warm washed hue

And blown away
 
Far...

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Honey, I'm home!! Did you miss me at all?
Where are you?
Yoo-hoo, anybody home??

Have you been extra good, and mmmm
the house seems so fresh and clean, wow!

Did you eat right? 
A-mazing! You actually washed the dishes!...

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BUTTERFLIES

Butterflies, in danger, realise,
and many have already gone extinct!
They could not adapt to climate warming.           •
The Wallbrown lost in my local precinct.   ...

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In slow dance, whispering conversation
Musics allowing bodily observations
Excited minds becoming so enticed
Firmness appears, pert as if iced

To her shoulders I lay a kiss, now more
Her naturally tanned skin, I so adore
Clothing I now loosen, slowly...

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She was sixteen and dressed to the likings of fashion 
a beautiful loose top was her choice of today's passion 
as she mounted the bus she got stares from the guys 
and teasing looks, but...

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Masked maiden
In lacy black frills
Manacled, chained
Sensuous thrills
 
Birthday suit bare
Heavenly toned
Sweetened and ripe
In wanting groan
 
With her laced black fan
She lures with her scent
He slowly walks to her
As her eyes lament
 
She looks up to...

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Masked maiden
In lacy black frills
Manacled, chained
Sensuous thrills
 
Birthday suit bare
Heavenly toned
Sweetened and ripe
In wanting groan
 
With her laced black fan
She lures with her scent
He slowly walks to her
As her eyes lament
 
She looks up to...

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This moment of exciting green things
Sooner than later will be pinked
Earthly creatures shall be free riders
Courtesy patents of the carefree 
The penniless will ride in first class
The dollar-full will ride in first class
Everything that exists...

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                          Oh, Lord, let me be a 
              ...

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Dancing in the widow peak, doing the watusi as only hair knows how to do
The flamingo pinked up in face and beak, annoying man and dog.
Prancing along comfortably, her light blue eyes laughed and whistled.
Beyond...

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He Who Loved Night Woman, carrying
ivory revive ring, followed twilight
heart voice calling.
mature antlers appeared 
as he entered healing water

woodland creatures lined up.
raccoon, fox, elk, moose, 
felt the cool water as if they had
entered it with...

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Her golden tresses float
one by one-- down
No longer her crowning glory;
simply a reminder of what was--
what cannot be--
tormented by those perfect coiffures surrounding.
She would gather gossamer strands to bosom,
had she one to do so;
perhaps, even...

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Glass illusions forestry of butterflies in flight 
swiveling and turning wing, aiming for sun 
hovering over lulling waters of purple hues  
Breathing like flowers, frilling up the air 
inside a cornucopia world of rich...

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Should I have so many nights as these?

   so starry and beauteous bright?

   moon hung like silver(an) shine;

   breeze eased with earthen mood,

   the leaves rustle with...

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Called many a name
Sexual gem she is
Pussy galore
Man's bliss
 
Pouted lips
She's shaved
She's bushed
She blushes
She's juiced
 
Sent from Heaven
With Heavenly scent's
Touched
Kissed
Blessed 
Sensed
 
Groomed, well cut
Shorn or long
Curly
Straight
Shapes adorn
 
Welcomed by many
Man, Woman and Toy
In their own...

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A morn's sun raised the blinds
As sunlight pinked the clouds
Its colors fell across
My lap, tinting my words
Sublime, pen and ink tried
To contain sentiment
As they spilled blue
The blinds dissipate
As words release truth
High the sun rises
Its light...

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I'm shivering, naked, I'm amidst bodies on a cart
All I remember is looking up awaiting the water
Entangled I am seeing grimaced pinked faces
And a solumn looking sky very close to tears

Now discarded, left, sensing a...

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The early dawn on the Western Isles allures me to awaken early 
A pinky red kaleidoscope attracts me through louvered panels 
Towards the windows I walk as if taking steps on a lava ladder 
Slowly...

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Love Unfolded Like a Flower
by Michael R. Burch

Love unfolded
like a flower;
Pale petals pinked and blushed to see the sky.
I came to know you
and to trust you
in moments lost to springtime slipping by.

Then love burst outward,
leaping...

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I want a grinch doll the little girl said.
“Like this?” her mother asked, showing her a grown up grinch.
“No! I want a baby grinch.”
Her mother did some research and found one.
“Like this?”

The child began to...

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Ah, morning glory, such internal blush,
defy the penetration of brash sun.
Oh, linger, trumpet of dawn within the dim
or haze of mid-morning's overcaste.

Oh, fairest of the fair, your milk white core
doest blush forth, a brim of...

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