Long Antsy Poems

I was touring the lovely countryside, once on a golden Saturday,
Lost within the raptures, of languid summertime's scenic display.

And I came into the vicinity, of a beautiful historic old home,
So being curious and interested, inside...

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I thought to myself. What an 
Odd feeling? Looking out at the
Crowd and thinking... they're 
Here to see me. I could certainly 
Pack a house. As a prairie boy
From Saskatoon... it doesn't get 
Any better....

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11. They came to devour and sin.
I was briefed by a cornucopia of beings:
From Torchwood, ARGUS, SHIELD and their kin;
The Talamasca, The Shop and MiB Greens;
A BPRD agent who was burning in Hell;
The Syndicate, Consortium,...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE V

Less Heroic Couplets: Word to the Unwise
by Michael R. Burch

I wanted to be good as gold,
but being good, as I’ve been told,
requires something, discipline,
I simply have no interest in!



Villanelle of...

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I tell u what shell b the first to tell you 
Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil
he gots propellas on the metal
Rest aside those doubts about me
weapons of destruction I don;t...

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A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need

to retrieve necessary information due
ring...

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By twilight, the west breeze sings a catchy tune,
Pearl's fingers raved by stars and the roved moon.

When you're down, I'll be there to hearten your day,
If you're antsy, I'll yearn to allay your dismay and...

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when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with...

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The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
                     I asked her to...

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I.

There are so many things that I desire,
oh, please Santa, give me what I fancy-
I’m a woman with needs, so much required,
now here’s my list, I’m getting too antsy!

Laser hair removal system for one,
you know...

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Seven Days Before Christmas

It was almost Christmas and Santa was getting Antsy.
That night he left his reindeer at his North Pole Farm.
Then, asked Mrs. Clause to get dressed red and fancy.
He did not want many...

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By day six I was antsy
Stayed in my room all morning

I knew this would happen

While the glass-shatter of the ocean waves
And yelps of surprise from scores of little kids
Drifted in
Through my opened balcony doors
From the...

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...It came two weeks later when Bud Biandi,
got his throat slashed in his garage.
He’d directed Cody in four hit films,
and made him part of his entourage,
but complaints against him had been lodged,
that like Sidelton, he...

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Anti-intellectualism may breed anti-curiosity. 
Harsh reality can frustrate existential sternness.
They tied backlash against "mere" curiosity. 
Yet, every human behavior has a purpose.

Conveying a full breakdown of all the key sights.
Tangling, multiplying tendrils sepia from white.
My...

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This would be the day his life here on this earth would end,
In just a matter of minutes his slow walk to the gallows would begin.
An old padre reading him his last rites in a...

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Seven days until Christmas, Santa was antsy.
His reindeer safely stabled at his North Pole Farm.
He asked Mrs. Claus to get dressed red and fancy.
It was time for their annual sleigh ride; his charm!

Their marvelous magic...

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Full All Dressed Up and Going Nowhere!

"Approximately 10 quintillion insects reside on Earth --
in addition to billions of squirming humans."  
-- a stink bug by any other name  
   
* ...

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Who would presume to speak for whales
And yet who would not speak for them? 
Their poetry of depths unknown
The power in their mighty tales
The transport of deep rumbling hymn
Excited bursts from blowholes blown.
Jubilant breach touching...

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When all the wranglin' chores was done and the sun settled in the west,
The cowboys was lollin' about the campfire savorin' much needed rest.
From early dawn they'd branded dogies and herded cantankerous steers,
Now it was...

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Another true tom tale;

Not too long ago
I did really own
A pair of 
Fruit of the Loom briefs,
One detined to make me groan

For sure, it had,
Seen a better day,
And up until this time
I now surely wonder...

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The sunlight illuminates the dust in my room,
reminding me of what I have not done yet,
and what remains to be completed.
That which needs to be done now can wait until tomorrow.
This theory carries with it...

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I carry a burden
I bear a pain
My chest heaves out and in.
I search for slumber, but sorrow seeps in.
my pupils remain dry like the Sahara.
When a tear or two represents release.
My thoughts assume aimless tirade,
Staring...

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For the better or for worse?
It spreads like a plague, deadly and swift. 
Fear is unleashed and fear is thick.
Stores are shopped clean; limits are placed on items we need.
Workers are laid off, funds are...

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As a child she wasn't allowed to own pets
always pretending to be a kitty herself as an outlet
now on her own and retired she owned a dozen cats
preferring them over dogs thinking this is where...

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Down on the pier, the midmorning bright,
Thronged wives, husbands, lovers,
And sons, friends, young daughters,
All eyes perusing the grand and gray ship
In long-simmered hope of glimpsing one face,
One much-beloved grin, among antsy sailors
Arrayed in white jumpers...

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