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Poems about Poets

These are poems I have written for other poets, after other poets, about other poets, and about poets and poetry in general.

Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch

for Alfred Dorn

Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.

Teach us to sing in the ringing cathedrals
of your Verse, as you outduel the Night.
Give us new eyes to see Love’s bright Vision
robed in Light.

Poems for and about Poets (II)

These are poems I have written for other poets, after other poets, about other poets, and about poets and poetry in general.

Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch

for Alfred Dorn

Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.

Teach us to sing in the ringing cathedrals
of your Verse, as you outduel the Night.
Give us new eyes to see Love’s bright Vision
robed in Light.

Poems for and about Poets (I)

These are poems I have written for other poets, after other poets, about other poets, and about poets and poetry in general.

What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles ...
Both worlds grow obscure.

 

In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch

Being Contemporary

These days it is wise
to be learned, certified and appointed.
You can be safe

hammering your thought.
Speak or do not. The day enrolls.
Academics, Seminarians,

professional theoreticians,
and a pack of barking dogs. You
become one, quarrelsome

who seldom bites.

Perhaps Love Does Really Exist

Perhaps love does really exist, but the beings we are surrounded by don't know how
Perhaps there is no such thing as soulmates, but if you're blessed with loving someone who respects you back, you should stick with 'em 
Perhaps the tides come in and then receed to show us what, if anything, will be left behind after some turbulence
Perhaps we shouldn't compare struggles, feet can manage socks and hands can manage mittens