These are poems about time, poems about the process of maturation, poems about aging and growing old, poems about life's journey and its destination.
There is also a collection of my early poems, many about getting older and aging, toward the bottom of this page.
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
......
and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow.
it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
......
This is the season to rejoice,
The birth of Jesus Christ, our Lord,
God sent his only son, with holy voice,
To forgive our sins, with love out poured.
Jesus lived and died for each one of us,
If only His word we could receive,
Our sins were taken, on the cross,
Now is the time to believe.
Just ask Him into your heart,
He is there, you to guide,
......
When Mother divorced you, we were glad. She took it and
took it in silence, all those years and then
kicked you out, suddenly, and her
kids loved it. Then you were fired, and we
grinned inside, the way people grinned when
Nixon's helicopter lifted off the South
Lawn for the last time. We were tickled
to think of your office taken away,
your secretaries taken away,
your lunches with three double bourbons,
......
Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it, -- so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present, condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense,
Merged in a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you beneath me, above me --
Me, sure that, despite of time future, time past,
This tick of life-time's one moment you love me!
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Er ligt een seconde
tussen weten en vergeten.
Een dunne draad
gespannen over het ravijn
waar gedachten zonder schoenen lopen.
De kamer is vol mensen
maar niemand is daar.
Alle stemmen klinken
alsof ze tegen het plafond zijn geplakt
......
You tell me that I still have time
I can sleep in for a while
Because it is Sunday
Don't worry I will wake up at noon
Slowly
I am telling you the truth
Yes today
I will spend my time
At High Park
I just love nature
......
Het verleden leert
zonder vast te houden.
Het heden ademt
in kleine momenten.
De toekomst opent zich
als je durft te kijken.
CIRCLE OF LOVE
Time in Space
Moments and Seconds
all in a row
Days and nights
all in a row
Years, decades, centuries
Milleniums
......
Die tyd raas verby
sonder om terug te kyk.
Minute skeur deur die lug
soos wind wat nie wag nie.
Ek probeer onthou
maar alles gly
soos water deur vingers.
......