Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed
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These are Romantic poems by Michael R. Burch. These poems are not necessarily about romance, although some are, but they were influenced by the Romanticism of poets like William Blake, Robert Burns, e. e. cummings, John Keats and Percy Bysshe Shelley. Also by Sappho of Lesbos, who in my opinion was the first great Romantic poet and the first modern poet, a mere 2,500 years ahead of her time!
Moments
by Michael R. Burch
There were moments full of promise,
like the petal-scented rainfall of early spring,
when to hold you in my arms and to kiss your willing lips
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WHAT need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone?
For men were born to pray and save:
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
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Mere saath zindagi jiyogi toh batao,
Mujhe yaad karke sharmaogi toh batao,
Mere saath chai piyogi toh batao,
Mere zakhmon pe marham lagogi toh batao,
mere naam ki mehendi rachaogi toh batao,
mere naam ka sindoor sajogi toh batao,
Mere saath jeene marne ki kashmein khaogi toh btao ,
Har mod pe saath nibhaogi toh btao?
Main sochta hoon baar-baar,
Kya tum mera haath thaamogi har baar?
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No foreign star, no northern cloud,
Could shadow the threads we have independently weaved.
Time clenches today, weaving a mosaic of untold glories,
Forever to reminisce when it fades into yesterday.*
We billowed as kindred spirits,
Minds alike, gaze locked,
Counting grains in time's shifting hourglass.
Our vision darts to words spilling from our lips—
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In harbor's glow,she stands so tall,
a beacon of hope,welcoming all
With torch held high and crown of stars,
she whispers dreams from near and far.
Through storms and trails,steadfast and free,
a symbol of strength and liberty
In her shadow,new lives begin,
a promise of hope for all within.
"Safe Harbor" is a poem I wrote for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts, who was the founder and first editor of the literary journal Romantics Quarterly.
Safe Harbor
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin N. Roberts
The sea at night seems
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Whole atmosphere is
Magnetic
Environment is
Full of magic
I am overwhelmed by yellowish
In yellow
The whole creation is
Watching your feat
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