Long Blubbering Poems

Everyday living becomes more of a truculent battle;
Where survival stands in the way of my living.
While Instinctively trying to live.
I need eyes in the back of my head,
while scratching out a meager existence.
Predators pulling us...

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Whispering Angel: Strength of the Babes


		Blubbering baby, newborn to this Earth 
		Tell me why you wail and blubber at birth?
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Could you be afraid of this Earthly Circus?
Well, don’t be afraid and don’t be nervous.
I shall...

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ESCHATOLOGICAL

Everyday living becomes more of a truculent battle;
Where survival stands in the way of my living.
While Instinctively trying to live.
I need eyes in the back of my head,
while scratching out a meager existence.
Predators pulling us...

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Privilege
by Michael R. Burch

This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who has written eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in "Lessons for a Barren Population."

No, I will never know
what you saw...

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Thank you for your attention. 
A blubbering idiot’s here. 
After I chose those that can be trouble for me. MY IDOL
just to better me in a conversational given verse.  
As I take note to...

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I.
In and ancient Kingdom of Brateur,
there’s an old tale that troubadours sing,
about High King Hoban’s noble son,
possessed of true courage, unending.

Hoban had two sons, Reth and Garrow,
though only Price Garrow could be his heir,
Reth was...

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I do not know how men many we were
or how we went, what we saw on the way 
nor do I know for what ungodly purport was ours
or what goaded us on into deeper uncharted...

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January 17th, 2020, a moost memorable outing at Collegeville Diner

A hardy acknowledgement yessiree
to the blessed sister Amelie worthy
of such beloved, devoted,
feted husband Rich truly
bestowed predicated upon
random chain of events

i.e., accidental, biological,
and genealogical happenstance prithee
applauding, apprising,...

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In the middle of the night
With sleep still in my eyes 
I stepped into my kitchen 
And received quite a surprise 

As I reached out my hand
And flicked the light on
There were balloons, confetti, party...

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Old Spencer, smelling of grippe, drugs, and death, 
he couldn’t bend over to pick up chalk, magazines, 
and failed acknowledgements of stupidity.
He certainly reveled in my foolishness.
“Modern science would still like to know what the...

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Whispering Angel: Strength of the Babes

		Blubbering baby, newborn to this Earth 
		Tell me why you wail and blubber at birth?

Could you be afraid of this Earthly Circus?
Well, don’t be afraid and don’t be nervous.
I shall...

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(This is a sequel to my poem- Within the Cage. Part 1. and a true story.)


I saw the Earth and its happy brood
And everything around in a sunny mood
But in my cage sat a single...

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Harpoon Loouey - Pseudonym Pen Bukowski

although just a pint size Notre Dame 
hunched quarter back 
     with rock solid state frame
Pen (short for pennilessness), 

     a generic...

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attempting 
to tempt
temptation
i may face
damnation
if thoughts
translate to
actions

quiet on
the set

action
the thunder
clap director
yells as lightning
lighting catches me

sitting on a set
of a movie
that i know
no lines to
but i'm

supposed to be
the lead as i
squint my
eyes 
to

see the sunrise
perhaps that's
my...

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Pennilessness shadows black
unemployment endless track
rails tie-er less lee when dumbly staring
overdrawn account issues 
   another clattering smack.

Income pleat undergraduate degree
contributed to the role of a sporadic employee
time to acquire handy dandy blues clues...

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I feel the bubbling hate
rise from my chest to my face
When I remember the days 
I would sit there, embracing it
you beating my ass in your basement
and don’t blame it
on your ex, cuz you were...

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I simply cannot get the world off my mind, 
Its angels and demons should be left behind. 
At a slugs pace, my insanity races, 
My mind wanders off to all these dark places. 
Just when I start thinking all...

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Bloody rude drunken pen has enjoyed a nib of ink or two, reminiscing on a few 
Bad and ugly times, we both admit at times things were, a bit of a mess, 
All kinds of...

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by Michaelw1two

 Thought, how resounding it is,
 now that everyone is thinking
 mentation drums as mantra,
 at once each considers linking
 reason deemed illogical,
 blessed now with national rethinking
 purpose gathered within this storm,
 save...

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The night would steal his love away 
across the bridge of the moon. 
He knew that it might try one day, 
But it has come that bit too soon. 

It cut itself a creature, 
From...

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Periodically, I'm called upon to be the lay leader for the Sunday service.
'Tis an honor, but tho' I've done it often, I'm still somewhat nervous!
Seems each time I'm tapped by the Pastor for this vital...

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I’m folding up your clothes neatly,
As I took them from your shelf.
I held them tight against my blubbering face,
So I could smell your former self.
Tears stinging my swollen face,
As I breath your essence in deep.
Devastated...

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I'm tired of being sensible
when writing words in rhyme,
sometimes I like to rabbit on
with garbage every line.
The meaning that folk get from this
is always new to me,
for there's no purpose in my drift
that I can...

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The smell would hit me like a slap in the face 
My daddy was a patient in that place
I would find him sitting in his chair alone
I wished he didn’t live in a nursing home

How...

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Fear Monsters and Run

 On that mountain was the great cavern
 all the boys spoke of it in the local tavern
 Great fear of its darkness and ghostly sound
 tales tall recited as the beers...

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