Best Cavorts Poems

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs
Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction—
erupts...

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Delmore Schwartz
T'was said, "He cavorts!"
A career much too short,
But still the greatest of poets!...

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Fear feasts on our insides
And wrecks decision-making
Evil jumps in with glee
And another one loses trust

And another one down
And another one down
And another one loses trust

Evil grins
At what might have been
As another one loses trust

Housing fails
Markets, too
And countries follow suit

“Be afraid
Be very afraid”
Used to be a...

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In the Land O' Scots nigh auld Iverness,

   Cavorts a lass named Nessie in Loch Ness!

      Is this sly dragon fer real,

         Er jes' an overgrown eel?

   ...

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Taking the proffered ancient torch in hand
In Altamira, Santander and Lascaux
I am the fire, the flickering, burning brand
That leads the artists' hungering below.

Where forms of deer and bison billow in the dark
Etched in charcoal and berry-juice on the wall
The hunter like the artist pursues the...

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Dancing upon the shifting crystal stage
The leaf is destined to dance the dance of the river
Aimlessly floating, turning, twirling

Its petiole dampened by the clear water
Washing over the cheerful green blade
Filtering through its veins

Exultant, is it not?
To be enraptured by the rhythm of the current
A journey...

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Fall dances in with attitude,
Determined to have his way.
He's watching as Summer packs her bags,
Making sure she does not delay.

He begins at once to paint the leaves
Of  all the deciduous trees,
And mixes the paint so expertly,
His artistic side to please.

He cavorts in Summer's garden
And...

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The calm of day brings a tranquil presence.
So superficial, her existence hides in her tips of black.
      Lonesome she flies with reminding that life is to thrive.
Her point of ecstasy is alive to every circumstance she encounters.

Her tiny wings wave...

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 After graduating from UF, in the early '80s I wrote the book, lyrics and score for a musical adaptation of Moliere's farce Le Malade Imaginaire ("The Imaginary Invalid") and have decided to post five of the song lyrics from my adaptation.

 1. OPENING NUMBER...

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She hugs Him tight on this frigid night,
 Vedi Dolorosa Mater.( Latin meaning: I saw the most sorrowful mother.)
Some shepherds shout as the sky about
becomes angels to honor His Father.
  CHORUS:
Sweet,sweet are his cheeks so meek
in whom rags enfold
and soon kings bring gold.
Sweet bliss...

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Descending,
  I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
  Spluttering,
  I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
  Flapping,
  I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
  Plunging, 
  I watch the unwelcome gloom envelope my horizon
 ...

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In baseball, a player may bunt
In football, a player may punt
But in bedroom sports
A lady cavorts
In a frantic search for a runt...

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It is a fever.

  
The poet

They found the poet outside the park

His steps spoke many words of wine

His upper half seemed half asleep

And his feet walked a crooked line

His arms were spread as if to fly

His lips apart as though to speak

The telltale flush...

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Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood.



bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u are charming & disarming, but mostly !!!ALARMING!!! since all my resolve dissolved!...

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Waxing Lyrical



‘Tis true
Thou arte more fair than this high ridden morn
More enamoured of you ‘pon a suns corona
This heart beating is

And with mirth does it rise
Its resuscitation on a break-ed light
Bandies nought with shade
But cavorts thus on a mysteries wing

Flight of angels thou do become
By...

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