Best Uproarious Poems

In a room that once commanded great respect,
stage lights began to hiss with heated anticipation.
There were sounds of alcohol infused rumblings
and laughter rolling through the rows of seats
from the tongues of young fancies whose foibles
await the reverence paid to tales that may last 
a lifetime.

A...

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Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with finger
Voice doesn’t malinger!
He strums with thumb
He’s loud, he’s not dumb!

There’s...

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M ystically making magical mountainess memories
Y outhful yielding yachting yawns younder

N ewborn Nightingales nesting nervously near
A mbient animals auditioning against the airwaves
T imorous trees that tirelessly tower throughout time
U niversal uplifting of uproarious undying unions
R ivers rhythmically running revitalizing romances
E arth elegantly euphorically evolving eternally.


Oops!...had...

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(With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer, author of "Casey at the Bat".)

The Mudville nine and Casey have their chance for sweet revenge;
They play today in Dirtburg, their misfortune to avenge.
Two mighty Casey homers have us leading, five to four.
The bottom of the ninth arrives: three...

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A sub human waste dump named Pence
Has thoughts that defy common sense 
And who wants this chump?
The assinine Trump
Who thinks with his rump so immense

What is something uproarious?
Her plan to be victorious
Who must to us speak
Since democracy’s Greek?
Hilarious Clintorius!...

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Dear parents, don't you agree
that you all quite regularly see
Your tiny pranksters shouting loud - 
Higher and shriller than they are allowed?

So here's the solution to end all your worries -
When your naughty little poppet stealthily scurries
To make blood-curdling, spine-tingling, uproarious noises,
Just scare them to...

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Dear Sir Thomas:

Angels 
never fly 
too far away.
Cherubs
are 
pious messengers 
cloaked in 
ribbed-serpentine
streamers;
bathing 
themselves
in a bemused 
shower
of rainbow-lit
banderoles.

Stifled 
in an unseen
internal silence -
a clandestine court 
of guardians;
our private angels,
unassumingly,
fold their 
winged extremities
and gloriously 
chant messianic
chorales without an 
operatic note
perceived.

No gestures.
Nothing mumbled.
The chosen few...
we know better.
...

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I ham aghast at increasing unpopularity
witnessed by Donald trump
hence aye aerate thoughts,
how ass nine his banal, demoniacal, fanatical, and hurtful
culling frightening insight,
where portentous Portuguese Man 'o War debacle
doth crowdsource, flickr, and indeed long foster 
plenti full over active imagination
to induce writhing expressions of fear
in direct...

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Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase?
It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
 One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other this beautiful dreamer whose attention span rambled for miles.
a meandering...

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BLUE MOON TREES

whistles and wings
love to cling
to branch trampolines.

like humans, they hanker
for adventurous voyaging.
here’s where the story takes flight.

you see, they wade and wander,
into the genius greenery of central park,
that is on the Oasis ship - docked.

trees are silent at sea,
as little shuttles lift off,
as...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems V

Poetry
by Michael R. Burch

Poetry, I found you
where at last they chained and bound you;
with devices all around you
to torture and confound you,
I found you—shivering, bare.

They had shorn your raven hair
and taken both your eyes
which, once cerulean as Gogh's skies,
had leapt at dawn...

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Congressman and senators forewent 
   all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers 
   and firearms as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold 
   more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que...

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It seems it’s the end of that uproarious tale.
That rosy-coloured story could finally fade.
I’ve been glowing in light and now weary in shade.
These subliminal ideas is what your absence breeds.
I was your everything and now you’re not even taking a heed.
Baffled I am! How could...

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The Concert


In a crowded concert hall musicians stir.
Coming to life, the wind slowly swings a loose screen door.
Half a mile away, the wide open door is but a dot
Diminishing the darkness from the heavens above.
Through, shines a spotlight
a single stalactite of the sun;

A note sweeps...

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Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal  venturesome brushstroke sort,
they paint sound and city pastel,
never at a loss for inspiration,
weather neither bar nor barrier,
in the face of whirlwind snowfall,
freezing ice, torrential downpour,
within themselves, he, she, they plod on,
hardship is adopted, never cast aside,
while...

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