Best Slouches Poems

They stand, silently,
shoulder to shoulder, upright,
save one at the end, leather bound
who slouches, James Dean fashion.
Six with blue covers, gold blocked,
uniform, like Trumpton Firemen.
All wear their heart on their sleeve,
honest and trustworthy, 
patiently waiting
to be picked by my mood.
A tome selected, opened,
the smell of old...

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Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose — 
a hyper-keen sense   when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out    on his responsibilities  
  
Before bedtime stories
would end afoul, he could always...

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His granite form against blue skies
Rippling on the bulging eye, wild waves
Of muscles the netting cloud defies
Reason in concrete, his pride raves
In self glory of athleticism, what a gem
Hard and shadowed without a diadem.

I know that man, I lived inside him
Long ago, slurping applause like...

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Much - too 
much fresh air -
too early - my mind 
slouches toward sleep - tea time...

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The grumpy principal athwart the class
is walloping the learner ad infinitum
with his computer cable,
and screeching his lungs out
his wrath and his tranquilities;
he says she’s late for school yet again.

Madly she pulls across the desks;
pleads for pity in pigsty floors,
whilst he despite his heavy paunch
chases and...

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Various Heresies 2

You
by Michael R. Burch

For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.

For thirty years You would not open to me;
You remained closed, hard and tense,
like a clenched fist.

For thirty years You...

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Tex’s shadow defines him—cut-out 
from the heat haze of Karnak’s quartz, 
a scintillating contrast to Egypt’s questing sun.
He slouches among the other black castings of 
denser composition mottled with grays, 
and Prussian blues, incongruent in a cowboy
hat. This six-gun scenario’s frame
disrupts the crafted precision of...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer parking lots choc-a-bloc
Long insistent hornblowing concertos announce the Yin’s arrogant...

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Images and haze spilling from nowhere,
Like a faint whisper mumbled then aligned
In hours distant as life’s crushed timepiece… * 
She gazes at the mirror; how unfamiliar
Could this face look   pieced into a broken puzzle…
Her vacant mind gone in wasteland of dead roses.

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Into a garden sprayed by night's rain,
Jen  slouches under a dim lamplight
as the wind gushes on her divan
sweeping pages of a long era,
jotted down through crystal-clear memoirs
from her flawless hand, still radiant... 
while tendrils of a past causes
her eyes to melt in glass of...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his crap. I try and think to dream past my own tragedy. I feel my hands burn and bleed from the...

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Day Mind
Night Mind

A door is open.
Through the doorway,
I see a wall weakly
illumined.
A distorted shadow slouches,
menacingly along it.
I close my eyes,
my toes grip 
the carpet.
I do not want to see, 
what I despairimgly
believe will be,
the cause of
my demise.
Hot exhalation flows
over my face.
I fear it. 
Surely it...

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I was gifted a little gem; her name is Polka Dots.
She's an English greyhound wench, stands as tall as a park-bench.
She's white, full of black spots, slender stem, and loves apricots.
Her previous owner use to race her, my gut would wrench.

She's an English greyhound wench,...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...






Beast 666
by Michael R. Burch

“... what rough beast ... slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”?W. B. Yeats

Brutality is a cross
wooden, blood-stained,
gas hissing, sibilant,
lungs gilled, deveined,
red flecks on a streaked glass pane,
jeers jubilant,
mocking.

Brutality is shocking?
tiny orifices torn
by cruel adult...

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Another day in dreamland

Wake up.  Watch the sun ease in the light
like the day before, goin back, and on some more.
Cuddle with the reasons why while I collect
my unconscious back from the sky.
Okay, get up.  Go!  Gotta go.
Trip over some ratty old...

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