Sun Poems

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
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Brown and agile child, the sun which forms the fruit
And ripens the grain and twists the seaweed
Has made your happy body and your luminous eyes
And given your mouth the smile of water.
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At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee,
waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb
that was going to be served from a certain balcony
- like kings of old, or like a miracle.
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Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
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At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
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When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.
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Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There's always laughter and good red wine.
At least I've always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!
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Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.
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This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.
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Old year has passed with last night,
New year has arrived with shiny light.
Brightness is covered all over sky,
Weather has opened her twinkled eye.
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A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover's ailment is different from all ailments;
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Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands.
Ah! longer, longer, we.
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(Daddy what if the sun stop shinin' what would happen then?)
If the sun stopped shinin' you'd be so surprised
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Rain bashing, rain crashing,
In the puddles, children splashing,
Mother's tongue has started lashing,
Everyone is wet!
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The sun sets on the horizon from the distant land,
Where birds chirp and couples lay hand in hand.
I look at the sun to say goodbye,
To the beautiful colours that paint the sky.
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'Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good enough to go on taking daytime baths, as the lakes and rivers will still be with plenteous waters, and at the end of the day, nightfall will be pleasant with fascinating moon, and in such nights Love-god can somehow be almost mollified...[who tortured us in the previous vernal season... but now without His sweltering us, we can happily enjoy the nights devouring cool soft drinks and dancing and merrymaking in outfields...]
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He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
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Through the conduits of blood
my body in your body
spring of night
my tongue of sun in your forest
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch

These are my early poems, or juvenilia, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN, and others in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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In fact they release a luminous light
Like the Sun and the Moon. They can survive
Without the Sun nor the Moon with this resilience, nevertheless
We bid farewell to the Sun and the Moon for Istanbul.
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch

These are early poems, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN. Other poems were written later and several of those were published in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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SURYA KATHA

A flock of birds arrive to shroud the sun;
Vermilion hues raise mild tremors
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All the joints and fluid in them. All the bones. We named them. All the names. Insufficient in a language that separates. All the separations inadequate to describe the movement of dancing. All the steps split up into names. Rocks split up into names. The click of two rocks then they touch. The pillow a body resembles on a hot rock. The feel of a hot rock is not hard, a rock is hard, a body on a hot rock is neither a rock nor a body. A rock rocking on a rock in a hot sun between a rock and a body is not, water between rock between two rocks between the skin and the fabric is a body. Hot sun on a body on a hot rock is sun, is soft, is a body, is day, is time, is several birds playing. Sun on a hot rock makes the rock hotter. Foot on a hot rock makes the foot hotter. Sun on a rock on a river around a body is a soft, soft thing. Sun on a body on a rock on a river is a soft soft then a stumbling thing needing to move. A rock on its own in the sun is not on its own. No things are on their own. There are no things. No rocks, no bodies, no sun. There is a sun, there is a soft place, there is a soft wet place. It is under the stars, also it is of the stars, also it is above them, inside and above them. A hot rock a star an exploding sun, a wet body between cloth between rocks is drying. A wet body on a dry rock is a hot wet body drying. I feel like a wet seed wild in the ground. That seed that found ground. That seed that fell into hot ground. That seed in a slit. That seed tucked into a slit, split seed opened by moisture by earth by a sense of staying, by an urgency most solid. That seed most solid most splitting most mapped out splitting.
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I saw a sun that had no fear
I saw a sun that didn't care

I saw a sun that had turned black
I saw a sun that didn't come back

I saw a sun that couldn't float
I saw a sun in a little boat

I saw a sun with a destination
I saw a sun that was on vacation

I saw a sun that crossed the sea
I saw a sun that was a refugee

I saw a sun that melted ice
I saw a sun that could compromise

I saw a sun that dressed in red
I saw a sun that rested in bed

I saw a sun I wanted to buy
I saw a sun that was too high

I saw a sun that was so low
I saw a sun that drew a bow

I saw a sun that laid the table
I saw a sun that was unstable

I saw a sun that was in grief
I saw a sun with strong belief

I saw a sun that played in the dust
I saw a sun with the colour of rust

I saw a sun that was a star
I saw a sun that looked for a bar

I saw a sun that came precisly
I saw a sun that smiled so nicely

I saw a sun that drew a knife
I saw a sun that fought for its life

I saw a sun that cared for rice
I saw a sun that had a price

I saw a sun that was a ghost
I saw a sun that was a host

I saw a sun from an earlier decade
I saw a sun that started to fade

I saw a sun that was forbidden
I saw a sun that was well hidden

I saw a sun that was red in the face
I saw a sun with a very bad case

I saw a sun that was full of delight
I saw a sun that had turned white

I saw a sun that nearly fainted
I saw a sun that had been painted

I saw a sun that was insane
I saw a sun that stood in a lane

I saw a sun in a dining room
I saw a sun that was a groom

I saw a sun that was a bride
I saw a sun that came from the side

I saw a sun that was in search
I saw a sun that went to church

I saw a sun that was directed
I saw a sun that was elected

I saw a sun that came to earth
I saw a sun that was given birth

I saw a sun that said goodbye
I saw a sun that wore a tie

I saw a sun that used to be free
I saw a sun in a colony

I saw a sun that lit a lawn
I saw a sun that came at dawn

I saw a sun that wanted to pray
I saw a sun with nothing to say

I saw a sun that tried to hide
I saw a sun that was world-wide

I saw a sun that gave a speech
I saw a sun that was out of reach

I saw a sun that knew what to hear
I saw a sun that played King Lear

I saw a sun that worked in a mine
I saw a sun that stood in a line

I saw a sun that got a call
I saw a sun that seemed to fall

I saw a sun that drove a Ford
I saw a sun that praised the Lord

I saw a sun that swore an oath
I saw a sun that didn't vote

I saw a sun I had to beg
I saw a sun inside an egg

I saw a sun that had no home
I saw a sun that lived in Rome

I saw a sun in paradise
I saw a sun that was in disguise

I saw a sun that read a book
I saw a sun that someone took
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A flock of birds hovers in
And appears to eclipse the Sun
The vermilion tinge effects light vibration
In a camera
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The sun is crying
The sun is mourning
The sun is lamenting
The sun wants to stop shining
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Internal darkness, internal pinning strain your very nerve,
Gobbling the tender heart which quivers like autumn grasses
Wherwithal being graced by sofest dews of pensive sense
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Thus for one who see the sun for one see a rose that been touch with respect but for every bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but to feel the hand of the angel for once eyes shall sparkle in the sky just to be touch with respect for a heart beat the sweet song of respect yet just to feel the sun is like being touch with respect.


For when the moon is out thus one will feel the light of life that mean a lot for one who wish for the touch of respect but when one look to the sky thus one see the eyes that sparkle in the sky with respect every moment that a heart wish for respect the more the angel heart will fill a heart with respect day by day for a bird will touch the sky but when one see a rose for it been touch with respect thus to feel the sun is like being touch with respect.
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