Long Anachronism Poems

Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She...

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).

nevertheless he suffers existential blight
covered head to toe
in black and blue bruises
linkedin...

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Sonnets V-IX



Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch

The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse... warm, palpable and slow...

once...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere 
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions  
Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare...

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Insomniac attack is back or Animalistical (I'm not even sure that is a real word but F.I.(that is an anachronism that means fudge it( unless you’re an adult then you know which word fudge is...

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Ill suited for madcap twenty first century world

One garden variety generic male - the
very writer of these words feels akin
to an anachronism, whereby his being
alive at this juncture within the space/
time continuum (July 29th, 2022...

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Pointed Art
Michael R. Burch

The point of art is that
there is no point.
A grinning, quick-dissolving cat
from Cheshire
must have told you that.

The point of art is this—
the hiss
of Cupid’s bright bolt, should it miss,
is bliss
compared to Truth’s...

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I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman 
think Monty Python's
Flying Circus skittering
on thin ice - Skidamarink 
a dink, a dink...

hither and yon, to and fro
Via...

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I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman 
think Monty Python's
Flying Circus skittering
on thin ice - Skidamarink 
a dink, a dink...

hither and yon, to and fro
Via...

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Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
 
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse: warm, palpable and slow;
once...

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frankly zapped after wildly oscillating
in tandem with seven bobble heads and ten French horns)
a devilish trumpeting event
by pre-Christian Celtic festival standards
with a “proto” Don twick or tweeting
like a Taj Mahal wonder of webbed, wide world...

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I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman Flying
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know
Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me, seeks young sprig poe
whet tick friend in toto,

though nowhere to...

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Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism,
this lifetime skeptic now tenuously
linkedin with Unitarianism
attests, said upbringing proffered,
mine credo, gestalt,

leitmotif, sans abstractionism
eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification...
some readers might
dismiss as absurdism
defying established dogma fixed absolutism

millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical,
and such...

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(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp  
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).

As a double jointed mathematical abbot 
and amateur chemist 
   specializing in cannabinoids
 ...

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Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism

me thoughts infused
with thom hankering for yesteryear
circa antebellum i.e.
American Civil War era veer
rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling
upon iniquitous tier

United States greenacres crossroads
with petticoat junction spear
ritually hexed courtesy anti abolitionists
pitted against unfair
slavery,...

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Steel mountains tower over ancient minds
The mismatched soul anachronism  
Instincts progressively lagging behind 
Primitive brain sees a deep red cataclysm

Ghostly mastodons stalk the fluorescent plain 
A daunting checklist of tasks today 
Frigid rivers to...

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I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation
Flow so sick you gotta give it medication
Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation
My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation
But let’s...

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A hearty welcome to the feast.
I’m your host, the rhyming beast.
Great dishes I’ve prepared for you.
Please try each one on the menu.
Start out with the parodoxes
in these pizza looking boxes.

The more of them that you...

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Escape the shade
Evade the thought police
Slip into the shadows
So cool
Oh so cool

Fenced in, fenced out
Got you trapped in doubt
Don't believe me?
Rip away the veil
See the scale of the whale

When you hear their voice
Know it drips...

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You’re jealous of my passions
Don’t think I haven’t noticed
‘cause I don’t keep up with fashions
And I don’t eat of your Lotus

I don’t fall for your heroes
Hook, line, and sinker
Don’t worship in the shadows
Of your latest...

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Behold the picturesque anachronism, attempting to control are lives.
A donkey and an elephant arguing before our very eyes.
A donkey and an elephant debating all their lies.
Multitudes of donkeys and elephants spreading filth, despite the cries.

We...

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Everyday the bird ventured in the stormy night,
Swishing past demonic trees in rhythm,
Raced the leaves, riding the  vile wind,
And returned to the cave, to Silence.

One day the sun fell down,
Navy mumbled through bald clouds,
She...

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O, yes, he is exclusively competent
as the national leader
that tightly compatible and coherent
with his time and national traditions. 
He had done all for  the rise our stupid ambition 
and blind glory, post-soviet  and...

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O yes, Ukraine and Russia
almost one nation and country
and close relates
much more that others people and nations
around the world,
originated from one African woman,
had lived 160 thousands  years ago.

Yes we are all close relates.
and among...

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This Casuistry is a paradox
Fallacious    feelings           repress
A Sophistry you ingress    Chemically redox
Tergiversate under scrutiny.  A misfit – an...

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