Note: This one is sad for me... Anyways. Let me know if you like it. Thanks.
Why are you going?
His little voice said
I didn't know how to answer
The question I so dread
I don't know why I'm going
I don't want to leave
Told my little boy it was time
......
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 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.
......
EARLY POEMS: JUVENALIA by Michael R. Burch
Styx
by Michael R. Burch, age 16
Black waters,
deep and dark and still...
all men have passed this way,
......
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'.
......
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.
......
Note: This one is sad for me... Anyways. Let me know if you like it. Thanks.
Why are you going?
His little voice said
I didn't know how to answer
The question I so dread
I don't know why I'm going
I don't want to leave
Told my little boy it was time
......
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, age 16
Misty morning sunlight hails the dawning of new day;
dreams drift into drowsiness before they fade away.
Dew drops on the green grass echo splendors of the sun;
......