Long A cappella Poems

It had been a hellish week.

On Monday
my lonely and tired AfricanAmerican husband
told me, as gently as possible,
that what I had hoped was a temporary separation
is to be extended into perpetuity.

This separation had been scheduled to...

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Human history is difficult;
hard pressed,
discovering
and rediscovering,
connecting
and reconnecting feelings
about therapeutic needs
and sacred wants
for trauma-prevention peace
trust
joy

Through co-empathic singing passions
which may,
too often, 
feel stressful

Irritating
depressing
stormy
before unconditional win/win regard
for Self AND Other
reconnect,

Like EgoTheistic re-ligion
and EcoMatrimonial
indigenously multicultural
ecowomanist wisdom

Of Ego/EarthTribe mutual MeWe...

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I can’t take anymore of this…
I wish you had mercifulness…
Tension slits me like a knife…
All my life...all my life...all my life...

Don’t let go and stay close to me (I’m wanting you oh so badly)
I know...

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I slept in all day because of a sleepless night
I keep thinking of you in dismay and with might
I’m a lyric without instruments — an a cappella
Without drums, piano and guitar and I’m in awe
Because...

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I am much more likely to feel like a respectful,
trusting family member
than an entitled warrior,
while outside "property improvements"
rather than inside anthropocentric habitats.

Sometimes
even as I approach my favorite sanctuary,
an AllSouls Unitarian-Universalist built structure,
I feel more sacred...

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POEMS FOR POETS X

US Verse, after Auden
by Michael R. Burch

“Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.”

Verse has small value in our Unisphere,
nor is it fit for windy revelation.
It cannot legislate less...

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Poems for Poets VII



Sweenies (or Swine-ies) Among the Nightingales
by Michael R. Burch

(for the Corseted Ones and the Erratics)

Open yourself to words, and if they come,
be glad the stone-tongued apes are stricken dumb
by anything like music;...

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Walking along the oceans sand, in the crisp evening air
He happened upon a sand castle built by a child’s, tiny hand
It's delicate, virginal beauty, a short time it would last
Much too soon the waves of...

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Another a cappella song my friend Ashly and I made a long time ago...

Here's a link if you want to hear how it's supposed to sound. (This is for you particularly, Silent One, always wanting...

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A father loved to take his children and sit under what he called their imagination tree.
There he would ask: if you could imagine yourself as something else what would that something else be?

Once their dreaming...

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Some things come to you
when you are alone
with your thoughts
and the sun is setting through your window.

Like now.
I am with my thoughts
of yesterday.
She is small
fragile looking.
I am not.
She came to me for solace
. . ....

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In theory I thought you would like to know
That I didn’t practice the piano
I’m a noted rebel
Who is now in treble
For showing my staff to a soprano

The keys are a problem, almost a curse
When I...

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"Life is tragic so listen with thirst for the music of happiness."
Quote _by Poet

Life is a journey full of moments - of struggle,
for a poet the gathering of emotions;
the penning of poems that one...

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"Life is tragic so listen with thirst for the music of happiness."
Quote _by Poet

Life is a journey full of moments - of struggle,
for a poet the gathering of emotions;
the penning of poems that one...

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A Forest A Capella
By: Tom Wright
11/15/98  

Along the forest floor I creep,
not Wishing to disturb inhabitants living there.
Treading on pine needles ankle deep,
as if nature had placed a carpet,
so I wouldn't disturb It's sleep.

The...

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She walked into the room capriccio, with her hair bouncing and flowing rhythmically. The room is now, acceso with excitement. She walks A cappella,  
yet some kind of charismatic tune, began playing in my...

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Artie Mac was a hero of mine
Singing songs most all of the time 
He would never just say Hello
He'd hit you with a greeting from some Broadway show 
Man he could sing everything 
That voice...

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Lily Valentine
By Franklin Price
5/19/2019

I'm here to tell a timely tale
Of  lovely Lily Valentine
It may be slightly slanted
She's a relationship of mine

She's the daughter of my daughter
She has great talent in her voice
Since her early...

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Below are 14 footles, separate and distinct, with their own titles in bold font.  A footle fest!

Sympathetic
Ben-Hur
Been her

Paving the Way
Guitar
Get tar

Muliebral Outlook
Female
Email

Origin
Sin's source
Seine's source

Borgana Interior
Driver
Dry fur

RN A Cappella
Nursing
Nurse sing

Comic Vowel
Funny
Fun "E"

Blarney Stone
Irish
I wish

Out of...

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Poetry is my insanity


Poetry is my insanity, 
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette, 
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic landscapes
blurring in the distance

Dancing to the demented sounds
of brain cells...

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As I awoke rancorously 
Welcoming the first sprinkling of sunlight
Paying attention to the dusk in the skylines
The chirrup of the feathered creatures
An a cappella to my ears
I emit deeply from my lungs
Amenable to a new...

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Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...

To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's...

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I rest my chin upon her , I caress her neck
She responds with the music of the ages
Silky hair rubs across the smoothness of her belly
Her melodious voice Heard soaring in the wind
We are one...

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The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics.
The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks
of a skein of geese 
conduct a loosely scored morning air.

Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems, 
a wind section throats through its...

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Today my heart is obscurely tenebrous,
It no longer dances to your a cappella heartbeats,
Neither does it tune to the acoustic of your heart,
It has ceased skipping a beat in a fashionable art.

Today the virgin forest...

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