Life is self and other people
we are happy or sad
in our relationships
there's joy but also trouble
yet love inspires us to move forward
and impels us not to give up hope
A weapon is a comfort is a
weapon. The street we lived
doesn’t really go anywhere but
sometimes I drive by to see
the church and the trees. I
talked about my work for a
little too long yesterday and
your shadow showed up on
the studio wall. The only
thing keeping me from feel-
......
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch, many of them written for his wife Beth, the former Elizabeth Steed Harris...
Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch
“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga
Preposterous Eros shot me in
......
Give me something to try for
Give me something new
I'm so bored of the old stuff
I'm so sick of you
I liked you better before you got old
I wish I wasn't this way
But I'm tired of feeling the same old
Same old type of way
......
The little girl that sits on top of the sand hill
Waiting for the sailboat
Funny because she knows nothing about a sail boat
With no shoes and knots in her hair
She blames herself for the sailboat not coming
So she overcompensates this part of her life with bad jokes
But she knows that the sailboat will eventually be there
......
ти так і не навчилась не звикати
ніби приростаєш
хоча давно затямила що не слід
читаєш записи
насолоджуєшся переливами голосів шурхотінням одягу стукотом кроків
хтось несподівано стає тобі безмірно дорогий
слОва
залишеного ним
......
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch, many of them written for his wife Beth, the former Elizabeth Steed Harris...
Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch
“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga
Preposterous Eros shot me in
......
Life is self and other people
we are happy or sad
in our relationships
there's joy but also trouble
yet love inspires us to move forward
and impels us not to give up hope
Give me something to try for
Give me something new
I'm so bored of the old stuff
I'm so sick of you
I liked you better before you got old
I wish I wasn't this way
But I'm tired of feeling the same old
Same old type of way
......
The little girl that sits on top of the sand hill
Waiting for the sailboat
Funny because she knows nothing about a sail boat
With no shoes and knots in her hair
She blames herself for the sailboat not coming
So she overcompensates this part of her life with bad jokes
But she knows that the sailboat will eventually be there
......