Of the chiming bells of the Angelus
Of the flowers once pretty and strong, on the lawn
Oh! Autumn, you are a very superb season!
Let's talk about the petals and sepals fallen from the sky
Where the trees are stunned and almost undressed
And the astonished birds which have fallen from the clouds
Oh! Autumn, I love your wondrous and natural smile.
Completamente
Exiliado de mis deseos
Apasionadamente
Te sigo con mis ojos.
Mujer de un paraíso presuntuoso
El mundo te mira
Porque eres diferente.
Amorosamente
Mi corazón ha cruzado el himen de tu cielo
Conscientemente
Has mirado desde arriba las chispas de mi fuego.
Carrément
Éloigné de mes vœux
Passionnément
Je te suis des yeux.
Femme d’un paradis présomptueux
Tout le monde qui te regarde
Parce que tu prends tes gardes.
Amoureusement
Mon cœur a traversé le voile de tes cieux
Consciemment
Tu as toisé les étincelles de mon feu.
Tu es jolie comme un diamant précieux
Comme une fleur d’un printemps pas encore vieux
Oh ! Qui suis-je pour viser un sourire si délicieux ?
Completely
Exiled from my wishes
Passionately
I follow you with my eyes.
Woman of a presumptuous paradise
Everyone is staring at you
Because you take your guard.
Lovingly
My heart has crossed the hymen of your skies
Consciously
You have looked down on the sparks of my fire.
You are pretty like a precious diamond
Like a flower of a spring not yet old
Oh! Who am I to aim for such a delicious smile?
These heretical poems on the subjects of God, religion and Christianity explain why I “left” the Religious Right.
If one screams below,
what the hell is "Above"?
—Michael R. Burch
Religion is regarded by fools as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful. — Seneca, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Bible Libel
by Michael R. Burch
If God
is good,
half the Bible
is libel.
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, sex, flirting, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Sappho and Baudelaire translations have become popular with the pros ― porn stars and escort services!
Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch
“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga
Preposterous Eros shot me in
the buttocks, with a Devilish grin,
spent all my money in a rush
then left my heart effete pink mush.
In the quiet of the night,
We find a truth profound: there are no borders in our souls.
No lines to mark where you end and where I begin,
In the vast expanse within, we are kin.
Our hearts beat in unison, a universal song,
In the dance of life, we all belong.
No walls can hold the spirit, no chains can bind the heart,
In the realm of the soul, we are never apart.
These are poems about poetry, poems about writing, poems about the process of composition...
The Composition of Shadows (I)
by Michael R. Burch
“I made it out of a mouthful of air.”—W. B. Yeats
We breathe and so we write; the night
hums softly its accompaniment.
Pale phosphors burn; the page we turn
leads onward, and we smile, content.
And what we mean we write to learn:
the vowels of love, the consonants’
strange golden weight, each plosive’s shape—
curved like the heart. Here, resonant,...
These are prayer poems by Michael R. Burch, along with a few hymns and hymn-like prayer poems. There are also poems on the subject of God and religion—the Christian religion in particular. In my youth I wrote some devotional poems but my later poems tend to be heretical, after in-depth study of the Bible revealed things unworthy of decent human beings, much less a perfect deity.
I Pray Tonight
by Michael R. Burch
I pray tonight
the starry light
might
surround you.
I pray
each day
that, come what may,
no dark thing confound you.
The Best Poems of Michael R. Burch, Part II
The Most Popular Poems of Michael R. Burch, Part II
She bathes in silver
by Michael R. Burch
She bathes in silver,
~~~~~afloat~~~~~
on her reflections...
Kin
by Michael R. Burch
O pale, austere moon,
haughty beauty ...
what do we know of love,
or duty?
Styx
by Michael R. Burch, age 16
Black waters,
deep and dark and still . . .
all men have passed this way,
or will.
