Best Ululate Poems

Child , stand up
Clothes deemed unfashionable
by followers with no individuality
Kinky locks not straight enough
according to those with no self realization
The stiffness in your tongue bearing testament
to your mother tongue, to which they laugh at, why?

You're Mahogany, sanded and buffed
well crafted and glossed to a high...

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I'm not in step with the Serious Bards
For me, it's the sillier words that chime
I see quadrangles instead of a yard
Jaunty hootenannies I find sublime

I don't howl or cry out, I ululate
Clip-clop and flip-flop, both such disarmers!
Gummy tutti frutti, please be my date
Phenomenology - what...

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Ferry me furiously further 
from the furnace of self chaste 
and river of man -hope,
The island of feigned wellness,
The high-horse of self-pride;
 hangman of pure-heart. 


What's the shame in weakness?
What's the shame in weeping?
What's the fault in falling?
The tussle to stay afloat 
keeps the mind on its toes
The...

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A poem for my Orion 
Who cowers in the sky
For many years, his faithful hunting dog 
Was always by his side. 

“Orion you are iniquitous, 
You do not shine so bright.” 
The dog's thoughts were ubiquitous
He would go there tonight.

He made his way there hurriedly
He...

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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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by Michaelw1two

inspired by word works of Void Opus

 all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition,
 this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium;
 under eructate flames, under the epitome of,
 euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception;
 of the Maker’s exuberant false belief, in each of you,
 this written punctilious event,...

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Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch is strong
lurching through their nostrils,
making them too hyper.
Northern Italy's wooden...

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I was asked to write about u
With which l became confused
My understanding of what was required
Left me feeling somewhat bemused

A little unclear 
And somewhat in doubt
Whether it is the alphabet or “U” words
Or Me (U) I write about

Well, “U” in the alphabet is letter twenty...

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Lightening bugs flash, 
like the worn celluloid images of old movies,
I sit beneath a great Greta Garbo moon.
I am the heroine of this short.
The dew point drops,
Mists rise.
Crickets chirp.
Muskwats buzz.
Loons ululate and wail.

My dialogue,
The click and whir of my spinning reel.
The glug-glug-glug of the Hula...

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Can it be so my only love
has me but to cherish a memory,
rather than to place me above
any heart that has ever set her free?
I take the final place of last
amid prizes of her loves she has won.
Might I interpret that all amassed
is despondent to...

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solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
     (ease of use preference
     via Facebook Messenger), candidate

said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great
even though this papa doth hate
to say "good bye..."
     after lingering delay...

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This generic creek king mortal mwm 
   (who generally river ears the bay sea gully feels ire ate 
asper propensity plundering positive human qualities 
   tested to the max), bait
ting virtue with rapacious opprobrious 
   malicious lugubriousness, and hatred...

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I am running on a blade my dear
And my world is approaching doom
I am relentlessly moving so
From the dark world to the next gloom
So I am trying to gather all
The tattered pages of my life
Defeated I am for many times
Would you like to play drum...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II



All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are

somehow more near

and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me

wish

that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!

and everywhere above, each...

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a tree, in front of
my house, stood naked - the spring
gave leafy cover

see the tree within-
stands alone in wintry air,
bare - awaiting spring

dogs do urinate
to mark - showers of love, wash
it away with time

time - the ultimate
master - decides whom to keep;
the others vanish

power -...

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