EARLY POEMS: JUVENALIA III
by Michael R. Burch
Canticle: an Aubade
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16
Misty morning sunlight hails the dawning of new day;
dreams drift into drowsiness before they fade away.
......
I don't know why ?
These feelings lingers,
Oblivious to these intrusion !
He marked a deep impression.
I accepted his flaws,
Stealing glances at those pink scars,
Such a beautiful mess he was.
With that long lasting smile,
Those lovely deep dimples.
......
He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore,
With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door.
He had always adored the color blue, so he had been nicknamed that.
At eight years old, he was youngest; and as frolicsome as an acrobat!
Blue did daily chores on the farm, like diligent nature's green chores;
From dyeing skies various hues, to sweeping petals off emerald floors.
Though fond of fanciful daydreaming, Blue yet found the time for fun,
......
He ate flowers.
this mentally challenged boy
from the countryside
I used to watch him
in the fields
when I visited my grandparents
as a kid
He was like an exotic thing
a wild beast chasing
......
I change the topic when your name is taken,
because I can’t help with the smile .
I see if my laugh is being mistaken
for something else but I simple decline .
Your laugh is all I need
to make me happy and fix my day .
You say a joke and I don’t laugh ,
there stands no way .
......
Georgie Porgie was a little overweight, since he loved tasty desserts,
Like puddings and baked pies; or green woods, full of robin concerts.
Georgie was ten years of age, possessing an impish sense of humor;
And played tricks on his classmates, involving frogs, it was rumored.
This sometimes left girls in tears, while boys wanted to thrash him!
But Georgie ran away, laughing, like violet blooms, of nature's whim.
As Georgie was only having fun, he gave those girls who cried, a kiss;
......
He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore,
With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door.
He had always adored the color blue, so he had been nicknamed that.
At eight years old, he was youngest; and as frolicsome as an acrobat!
Blue did daily chores on the farm, like diligent nature's green chores;
From dyeing skies various hues, to sweeping petals off emerald floors.
Though fond of fanciful daydreaming, Blue yet found the time for fun,
......
I don't know why ?
These feelings lingers,
Oblivious to these intrusion !
He marked a deep impression.
I accepted his flaws,
Stealing glances at those pink scars,
Such a beautiful mess he was.
With that long lasting smile,
Those lovely deep dimples.
......
There was a boy, Bilu
I knew him since 1998
Who did never fight
And learned to swim too.
One day he asked me to tell
'How the stars fly in skies? '
For, in great enthusiasm he fell.
I said, 'Just like the pies'.
......
EARLY POEMS: JUVENALIA III
by Michael R. Burch
Canticle: an Aubade
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16
Misty morning sunlight hails the dawning of new day;
dreams drift into drowsiness before they fade away.
......