Best Burble Poems

The old stream doesn’t burble 
like it used to in Spring’s past -
rambunctious in youth  wild it ran
racing the sun and chasing the moon
splashing...

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Applauding sun’s halo~ inspiring, rewarding,
Mindfully I rise with the ebullient awakening
Letting soul enliven while robins are singing
And horizon crimson glimmers in dawning.

I hold time still...

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It was a Wednesday;
a day woven 
into prison blankets and dish towels.
A day to assess hours unnoticed.
A time of trivial hungers.

The hard heft of earlier...

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In the morning I heard the tea pot singing,
With the amber liquid sizzling,
Saw spouts of vapor ejecting,
With a sweet aroma tickling.

While pouring my cup of...

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The burble and the murmur, the trickle and the seep,
Alas all the beauty of this meandering bush creek,
From the moss green rock jutting out acting...

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Storm

Storm approaches with "wailing" winds
Fierce faced clouds "whoosh" across the sky
Lightning "crackles" then "snaps" and "pops"
Thunder "rumbles" with heart "pounding" "thuds."

Autumn leaves "scrape" across sidewalks
Then...

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Gargle, glop, burble and glug, 
The sauce in the bottle was glued.
It oozed so slow, not wanting to leave,
To cover all of my food.

A thump...

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Oasis
by Michael R. Burch 
 
for Beth
 
I want tears to form again
in the shriveled glands of these eyes
dried all these long years
by too much...

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this own lee bro' thar of yars 
   dashed analogously graced
on par how a marathon runner raced
to Macbook Pro laptop computer post haste...

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What If Destiny... 
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...

Communicate (temporarily,
     strictly and hypothetically)
     merely allowing me to...

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 I hear the tea pot singing
With the amber liquid sizzling
I see spouts of vapor ejecting
With sweet aroma spreading

A cup of hot steaming tea
Revives us...

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I write much hic cup ado
About nothing, which involuntary explosive release 
   comes clear out of the hic cup blue
nary a sponge bob...

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PAINT MOVERS 

As dawn lifts the darker veil  of night
On spectrum of colours' soft wings fresh day arrives
Holding palette to paint emotions of delight...

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We know that trees reach...
Ignoring the substance
of Earth and seeking
the damp and the light,
the wet on the way,
to the light on some
far side, a far...

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as winter blows its last short breath
to try and steal the candles’ warm small flame
to try and stop the light it casts
the inevitable flame of...

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