Long Bellows 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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My teacher died.
   
   His lungs failed him.

He taught me that the lungs
harbor grief.

   His lungs are gone.
My grief has only just arrived.


   He used his lungs...

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I could see the sun rising in the East
Pulling up something that is very deep
I could see the sun rising in the East
Hanging over the first beach
I left the house at six am
Before the sound...

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I romanticize the single room without a jurisdiction
If only I could filter through a voice of logic over reaction 
Would it impel my inner child to regress into an illusion?
My mind composes a structure but...

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The forgotten god
 
Whose rage should burn hotter
than mine; melt the noon day sun,
dry up all thy rivers, scorch the earth, that
thy crops may burn to ashes before
thine eyes, and the heat from the
very earth...

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Devil's advocate claims Teflon Trump...

The demagogue reincarnate 
feels gifted to reign supreme
captivates, glorifies, lauds, 
renounces, yawps extreme
views bellows dogmatic fulminations
in an attempt to redeem
stolen 2020 capital one bid.

Which hunter (biden his time) 
will reap grim...

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See them coming they are possessed 
See them coming they are obsessed 
See them coming they are undressed
Their blood filled eyes stares at us in disgust 
And big guns protrudes from their sides, they are...

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I feel yet I don't feel
I crave  but I don't crave
I desire yet I don't desire
I know but I don't know
I am getting ready to start the show
But there are too many blood suckers
running...

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I'd love to paint, a picture for you, of images in my head.
Of a quirky old town, I'll set the scene, as you rise from a crooked bed.
The room you're in, whilst large in size,...

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Now hear this an almighty, all powerful, all knowing God is sitting in heaven waiting to hear from you. David says he has his hand cupped behind his ear waiting for his children to cry...

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A meadow for Autumn

Forest, I lay me down to rest
upon bed of moss.
 
Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me 
lichen kenning myself 
as Rip Van Winkle 
except being repurposed
as  oldest living species. 

With an estimated...

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 La Fête foraine de Scarborough (La Version complète)
 
      For the medieval English poet and Simon and Garfunkel 
-	In admiration -

Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ?
(Sur la côte d'une...

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Wednesday, September 2021 at 3:20 PM...
eastern standard time Autumn Equinox arrives

That seasonal occasion twill arise
when darkness and light doth bring
equilibrium between night and day
raking leaves will constitute exercise
espied and witnessed by observant earthling
namely me who...

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What wonders awaits you out there, the world is bright without fear, the morning and the evening will become one and the heavens will sing a wonderful song.

The birds will play the flute and the...

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The majestic and Angelic Iris

The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul...

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So from first circle started the descent
Down to the second, which contains less
And more pain, stinging to a great extent.

There the horrible Minòs growls giving stress:
The faults examines right to entry close:
Judges and sends according...

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The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul that bow before her.
The...

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It has been there for many centuries before the world began, it has served the Egyptians well and has taken the lion out of the den, the British was in it,  the Puritan have...

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I kept drifting, drifting, drifting, I wasn’t sure where I was going but I kept drifting. The winds set in my back spinning around my new frock and I kept drifting.

 I kept focusing ahead...

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The dance of life spins in ocean
fruitful abundance is life’s devotion
the cosmos and earth created for home
prodigious with creatures do it roam

My eyes are filled with such delight
and hearing the bellows of seals at night
forward...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which...

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The 42 Inch Hallway

We’re stepping along the musty hallway now.
I am taking us on a fast-moving memory ride;
A mind-bending groovy slide to 1965,
When Dylan music was seeping loudly like a germ,
Down the green-carpeted hallway of...

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Here I am standing on the empty stage looking at all the shadows around me, shadows of the past, shadows of the present and shadows of the future. They appear from all corner of the...

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Bruce

A lumbering man, 
audibly achily, stepped to the
floor’s center.
Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone.

His arms unfurled.
His hips spun.
His soles, silent
as he padded here,
then twisted to place a foot there.

A phoenix swooped, festooned in fire’s...

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They are hiding everywhere waiting for the right moment to appear, see them hanging from the roof with boots pulled up to their knees and ropes tied up into the trees swinging like monkeys on...

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