Long Behooved Poems

Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the...

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Existentialism emancipation proclamation manumission...

Flourishes amidst freedom 
once invisible (alice in) chains shucked
when soul no longer kept linkedin 
to jane's addiction 
with corporeal duty, entity, fealty... 
while formerly shed body electric 
gendered as former googly eyed...

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It seems clear that the COVID-19 pandemic is far from over,                        ...

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It was a nice romance, she loved to dance 
 to the music's beat, but I had two left feet
 The circumstance made us take a chance
 And we enrolled for ballroom lessons.. (sweet)

 I...

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Our first computer was set and ready to go.
How to use it only the children did know.
“Wheel of Fortune” became our regular game.
We would gather to play; it earned family fame.

Taking turns guessing letters: R-S-T-L-N-E.
Every...

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To all of common ancestry
All cousins to be sought
Who bear the line within my vein
Legitimate or not

Akin to or by marriage
Even once or twice behooved
Descendants and dependents
Even forcibly removed

The fondest of all memories
Of days gone...

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To Heaven We Have to Go
or Hi Ho Where is the Dairy Oh

Loved him with all of his ambience
Which often had wished I could absconce
Wh happened to be handsome to the hilt
Like a frustrated flower,...

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"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth", I question.
Research on this ancient proverb, of course
finally brought me to this aged suggestion:
"the longer its teeth, the older the horse."

Remembering a blue-chip London bus trip
we took...

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Stalking him,
Always now,
In the daylight, or down city street, no matter.
Sleek- a panther, its coat cast obsidian under a moon in anarchy.

Behind him, or in front,
Clutching deeply until each appendage of self falls victim;
The brain,...

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The wish that you wished 
for upon a bright star
Same wish that would stay 
Locked inside a glass jar.

Carrying around and peering
right through it
Dying to capture that wish 
you were'nt born with.

Behooved you no longer...

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“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of...

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When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch

When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
but my spirit was crushed.

As I grew older
my passions grew bolder
even as Christ grew colder.
My distraught...

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If dedication ever was
A flood goes out your way
If time could stop just because
I'd wish the while to stay

More grand than any setting sun
Surpassing any sight
More dear to me than anyone
A circle of delight

Of mothers...

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"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.

Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.

Words, numerously luxuriate on...

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Is time a disposable commodity?
It can be bought and sold for a day’s work.
It can be wasted on things with no perk.
That we value it is no oddity.

As time passes, understanding is found.
No experience can...

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DRIVE

A day to drive,
Coolant sunned,
Last leaves scattered,
On a pedal-fly, 
Ignition lust,
On mother-piston,
Pointed beams like bone fingers,
I sit upright alone,
Dark storm racing,
Lightening spoken to.
Weary of the voric-tendonces,
The telly I left,
From Demille's close-ups,
Of Towers steel rain,
Hand holding...

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WHERE ARE THE HORSES ?


Sound of hooves, rattle of harness -
Our world is suddenly horseless.
Where have all the horses gone?
And men selling  the ice-cream  cone,   
Or rag-and-bone,  or  pop,...

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A day to drive,
Coolant sunned,
Last leaves scattered,
On a pedal-fly, 
Ignition lust,
On mother-piston,
Pointed beams like bone fingers,
I sit upright alone,
Dark storm racing,
Lightening spoken to.
Weary of the voric-tendonces,
The telly I left,
From Demille's close-ups,
Of Towers steel rain,
Hand holding...

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inside my mind here
i am far away there
i am motivated to move 
i have charlie to look forward to
whenever life makes me cry
whenever my lows are high
i am lead away and always behooved
i have charlie...

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