Long Antiquarian Poems

At Tintagel
by Michael R. Burch

That night, 
at Tintagel, 
there was darkness such as man had never seen...
darkness and treachery, 
and the unholy thundering of the sea...

In his arms, 
who is to say how much she...

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A KIND RECONSIDERATION 
OF THE ABRAHAMIC FAITHS
IN A DIFFICULT TIME
I
I am interested in Moses,
the baby in the bulrushes
who eventually was able
to speak truth to power and
delivered his people to a
promised land
I am interested in Saul...

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Literate lettered latitudinarian

Presents the following slapdash
higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader
experiences being mentally hogtied
perusing pseudo poetic perambulation
devoid of sense and sensibility
welcoming character assassination
concerning pride of yours truly,
who merely strung together
words sharing "arian"

as their last five letters
for no...

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Whoami? Within following figurative nutshell:

Yours truly just a fluke of the universe
worming his way hook, line and sinker
thru the meandering time stream,
which current speeds up the older I get
rocketing toward my sixty fifth birthday
January thirteenth...

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Whoami? Within following figurative nutshell:

Yours truly just a fluke of the universe
worming his way hook, line and sinker
thru the meandering time stream,
which current speeds up the older I get.

A garden variety (generic) agrarian wannabe
antiauthoritarian, bookish...

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your first observation must be
I seem to be persisting LOL
it is easy to be dangerous these days
but deeper still is less a guess
than it was a thousand years ago
and what is revealed
can always be corrected
this...

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It did not cost a fortune 
and gave her so much joy
I sent a book 
to a lovely friend 
‘twas second hand
though good as new
   
I love the odour 
   ...

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Sometimes I think the way we view the world is a little antiquarian
for instance we have words to label everyone…from Capricorn to Sagittarian…

Take Deborah and I…we don’t eat meat…we are proudly vegetarian
though occasionally we will...

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In dust-laden silence, past the reach of day,
The mansion's library whispered of forgotten tales,
Its heartbeat echoed in the books arrayed.

Time's soft touch graced each spine and page,
Among them, Dickens stood with solemn grace,
Austen's wit lingered,...

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Being older than I once was, inevitably places have changed,
yet where I was born now looks like an alien city to me,
it’s now a tourist destination for the ever rootless.
Back then people were dangerous yet...

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With a snakelike hiss, the tangerine train doors close
and the engine rock-rumbles forward 
clicking over each joined metal coupling.

Long gone are the pristine days of virginity 
and the impassioned rush of slick new parts.
The small...

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Shortly after the Internet discovered itself,
I set out to be an explorer; not of land and water,
but a finder of the odd and peculiar.
My first inclination
was to search for antiquarian artifacts,
but lacking the knowledge of...

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Antiquarian classic lovers embrace
 Orangeade silken light, circles around his place
 Romantic satin in black lace, gifts bestowed to thee
 Delicate ruffed red confection eyes, he showed me

 Dignified I was dressed in Velveeta and...

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stylised
   landscapes rural&urban
   churches&momuments
historic in appearance
      openhand
     egalitrian 
vidual arts
modernism in manner

planes of colour
       antiquarian abstractions
...

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The desert wind scours the land 
Home to all of civilized man
Ankhs hang from leather straps
No turkey gobbles nor Auntie naps.
Kids in mosques and chapels abound
Singing chants of eastern sound.
Genies squirm in lamps too tight
Images...

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