Best Dullards Poems

on my-
diaphanous    gossamer filmy cloud-
sumptuous I float woebegone

flowers   far   and below

and bluebirds come
fluttering in the azure sky
twittering and...

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i can never tell you how displeased readers 
  
   are by that position    the singular 

moment when nothing makes any sense

to them at...

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These are my modern English translations of sonnets by the French poet Stephane Mallarme.

The Tomb of Edgar Poe
by Stéphane Mallarmé
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Transformed...

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far and below   you will find-
my favorite poem   written in 
free verse    it is not just the theme

but...

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“Go west young man”, the neighbors said; but they wisely stayed at home.
From pianoforte to pianoforte, saloon to saloon, town to town I roam.
Surrounded by...

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Like an ugly lion I roared
Like a cute baby I smiled
Tried to scare Zillions,
Tried to fool dullards.
But everywhere I'd always carried sweet cute face
But my...

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The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
     as he beats of humanity wrapped in a shroud.

Well he beats of the rape and the killing...

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Who are these lug nuts?
Who are these featherweights?
Who are these slum bums?
Who are these cretins?
Who are these dimwits?
Who are these bird brains?
Who are these crumb...

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***A childhood experience where I
recall my friends and I playing  in
the rain, but we became sad when
the rain lifted***

The rain patterned dull, side the...

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White doves sit on our window sill
One ponders peace, eternal will
Countless dreams does it now fulfill
Cradled in hope's hands, not to spill

Dullards seek weak concepts...

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Enough Already!

You’re dawn’s ghost of a chance each new day can find meaning,
dusk’s thanks to creation, for gifts we’ve received.
You paint rhythm on roadblocks blank...

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Moist cocoon, most horrid home
What are these paintings for?
To fill, with glee, a shutters frame?
Or anchor awkward eye?
Those thick black strokes, do they pull upon,
All...

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A Nation, wearied, sapped traumatized.
This vast exotic land, fringed by lush emerald jungles 
A spark rising from the west, once looked upon by all,
A giant?...

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We the People, 


We were never consulted,
 invited or agreed to the the 1999 constitution 
never resolved to live together as drafted by the Military...

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