Best Plangent Poems

Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems

Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot!"



Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of...

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...for Virginia Woolf


Seashells hiss her mystery, 
leaves and flowers whisper 
her humanity; lambent lines 
of plangent wisdom, stories 
of loneliness coated with love
and compassion, poetic 
and rich in description.
Shackled in a masculine 
environment, a room of her own 
to create her ineffable prose, 
a well-spring...

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Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot."



Stage Craft-y
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a dromedary
who befriended a crafty canary.
Budgie said, "You can’t sing,
but now, here’s...

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I feel the warmth of early morning sun.
The blackbird, singing in the cherry tree
Entrances all with matins just begun –
Ethereal plainchant, plangent melody.

The snow-white blossom hides a darkling bird
From eyes that would discern this source of joy.
Though nothing’s seen, his heartfelt song is heard,
His mate...

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...for Virginia Woolf


Seashells hiss her mystery, leaves 
and flowers whisper her humanity, 
lambent lines of plangent wisdom, stories 
of charity coated with love and compassion, 
poetic and rich in description.

Shackled in a masculine environment, 
a room of her own 
to create her ineffable prose, 
a...

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Raindrops falling

Haven’t seen the morning paper yet
Here are the raindrops
One, two, three..
The headlines must be…
Floods in Mumbai

Don’t go away
Listen to the voices

One, two, three…
Song of the protean wayfarer
Dance of the gypsies
Prancing sluices

Dont go away
Here goes the plangent fiddle too


What a way to water the day..


By:...

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...for Virginia Woolf


Seashells hiss her mystery, 
leaves and flowers whisper 
her humanity; lambent lines 
of plangent wisdom, stories 
of loneliness coated with love
and compassion, poetic 
and rich in description.

Shackled in a masculine 
environment, a room of her own 
to create her ineffable prose, 
a well-spring...

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21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how...

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Lute

Curved, inviting, light,
it has the look of antique ships,
a galleon bulge of straight-grained woods.
Fretful cat-gut cords
coiled taut by silver screws
above the calibrated neck
conceal a thousand foot-pound pirouette.
Child of Sirocco and Spain,
veils, fans, brocade, and lace,
olive, vine, and orange surprise,
its plangent sound irrigates the moonlit air
peeks...

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21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how...

Continue reading...

...for Virginia Woolf


Seashells hiss her mystery, 
leaves and flowers whisper 
her humanity; lambent lines 
of plangent wisdom, stories 
of charity coated with love
and compassion, poetic 
and rich in description.

Shackled in a masculine 
environment, a room of her own 
to create her ineffable prose, 
a well-spring...

Continue reading...

Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.

Because you came to me in my black torment
and kissed me fiercely,...

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If I Falter
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

If I regret
fire in the sunset
exploding on the horizon,
then let me regret loving you.

If I forget
even for a moment
that you are the only one,
then let me forget that the sky is blue.

If I should yearn
in a season of discontentment
for...

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Happily Never After: the Second Curse of the Horny Toad
by Michael R. Burch
 
He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in chinks and grew so small
at last to be invisible....

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My heart weakened by its innumerable years 
continues to flutter its plangent beats. An 
ancient maple tree, its leafless naked branches calls 
for me to rest beside its protective scaly bosom, 
for it sees a messenger perched upon my shoulder.

I feel its pulsing inner core...

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