Best Slogged Poems

On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley. 
 
Under the low, ominously rushing, soggy gray clouds
I saw so many black birds silently
Clinging against the stiff breezes
To the...

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"Edith!  Edith!   I didn't find a Twinkie in my lunch bucket today!
What happened, Dingbat?   Why do you torture me this way?"
"But Archie, ain't you seen on TV they ain't makin' 'em anymore?
The company is foldin' up and they ain't stockin'...

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We've slogged through bog and briar.
To coddle the pond "tranquility".
This emerald within an emerald
of tender water~ lily harmony.

Indian paintbrush to whisk a memory.
Winged flutes seep gently from maple trees.
Her sweetened songs will tear the eye.
If you let it be-just let it be.

The sun glances of...

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That soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, 
runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.
If asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:
"Vindication? Straightforward: It's Me and Me First" 

(To mesmerise people He needed a spell
and to wreak such a rune, His soiled soul...

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I went to war in Vietnam which wasn't my idea
the army never asked for my advice
I slogged on through the jungles there and watched some soldiers die
out country where the farmers grow their rice

The months went by like in a horrid dream of blood and...

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I always scored well in exams
But fell ill in 10th  grade
I was demoted by the mams
Out of shame I lived in shade

I felt ashamed sitting with juniors 
There was lurking defeat n dejection
My buddies still  were my seniors
All the time I cursed my...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I

I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis …


Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I will extract the thorns from your...

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They walked...and they walked! 
             prolonged stretches of a disastrous journey -  
                     hundreds...

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Wonderland
by Michael R. Burch
 
We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test
the beatific anthems of the blessed,
the sentence of the martyr, and the pen’s
sincere religion. Magnified, the lens
shot back absurd reflections of each face:
a carnival-like mirror. In the space
between the silver backing and...

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three connected by blood
three fated to strive
three to stem the flood
three, of whom one must die

together they stood and answer'd the call
as one they stood, to country's cry
in mind as one man tall
in history, to battle they fly

to one must death come
to one must agony...

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A part hayt odyssey, 
Resembled like mornarchy.
The alley nocturnal caused 
Mayhem in the locations.

In the days of anarchy, no
 Man's land was nominated
To asphalt, but evacuees
allotmented by a part hayt.

Rascal ogres rebuffed for 
Ambidextrous.
Some fought for realm, Some remained 
queasy and sissy.

The policemen slogged youth...

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Have you ever heard the birds?
Composing music on the trees
Or listened to the rains
In a cold evening with breeze. 
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.

Have you told your parents?
That you will meet them tomorrow,
And in the busy days of work,
Forgot...

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Through the fetid swamp we slogged
We sat and rested on a log
 Where are we?  Mr. Harbid said
On a log in Sorrel Swamp, just you and me and Ed
All along the road I thought
Wrong way, wrong way and now we’re caught
Lost in all this...

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In the heart of bustling city,
It majestically sprawls across,
Mesmerising and gorgeous,
Bounded by pristine stone walls.

Awash with memories, I recall
Nights slogged until dawn,
Gearing up for exams and events
And placements to top it all.

Lived a dream with friends for life,
On these hallowed lands,
Rightfully the 'place to be',...

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As I look, the world moves so oddly
 home feeling like a story
and there's no tourniquet for my heart
 
No, it's open,
breathing air like lungs
a deep hole, a night slogged by weary eyes
under a sickly moon, and the night won't die
 
As I sit, the...

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