Long Blunder Poems

For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this...

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Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us)...

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Various Heresies 3

Breakings
by Michael R. Burch

I did it out of pity.
I did it out of love.
I did it not to break the heart of a tender, wounded dove.

But gods without compassion
ordained: Frail things must break!
Now...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...






Beast 666
by Michael R. Burch

“... what rough beast ... slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”?W. B. Yeats

Brutality is a cross
wooden, blood-stained,
gas hissing, sibilant,
lungs gilled, deveined,
red flecks on a...

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[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The Facts you give me circumvent
those ‘truths’ your chuckles supplement;
although they...

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The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that...

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There sits behind deep forests hidden,
A sight to behold, place of all sins ridden,
Where the great rivers give life and churn,
A thousand diamonds and the trees sing
Along with the wind, ruled by the great King.

Generous...

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There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane
    and life's curse is at an end.
Where a hundred souls are kept in line
    till Death its message sends.
They built a...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above...

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This is a translation from the poem "Camellia", by Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel laureate Poet from India (1861 -1941) Understandably the story took place in late nineteenth century - early twentieth century Bengal. 



Her name is...

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My friends and I were out strolling, in a lush park one day,
Just enjoying the scenes of the afternoon, as time flew away.

Sun kissed blooms blushed and swooned, under pale lazy clouds;
And nature was lush...

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Letter to all Woman from all Men

Now this is very tricky and difficult because I'm also going
to speak for those males that don't know nor will they 
ever know that they also represent men as...

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Sinai Campaign, 1967

“Operation Focus” sees Israeli jets streaking, 1
Attacking Arab fighter jets and air force bases, 2
Thus attaining dominance over Middle Eastern skies,
While IDF ground divisions launch into action. 3

Israeli tanks (Pattons, Shermans, and Centurions)
Blitzkrieg...

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They have been playing a dirty game for years because they have nothing  of depth to share, they have been playing a dirty game for year, without conscience,  love or fear. They make...

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After picnicking in a pretty meadow, on a warm and sunny day,
I relaxed upon my soft blanket, and fell asleep where I lay.

When I awoke I took a walk, through the grass and flowers,
Lined on...

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War, Is Unholy Hell

War is wicked rot and most holy hell
 man's evil is its murdering spell
Yet mankind never ever truly learns
 love and faith it arrogantly spurns

Poetry by the great Siegfried Sassoon
 glows like...

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They had gathered from all around
With special invitation in hand
No professional was allowed
To take part in this grand
...event

Just your every day, run of the mill
Person without culture or fame
Putting their baking skills to work
In hopes...

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Poetic paean to papa's princess

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife....,

whose piercing deliverance,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,
(especially after dirty deeds done... 
generating thunderstruck ac/dc current
hmm... maybe due comeuppance 
being scammed to the hilt)
suspicion...

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Was it worth
Butchering the butterflies 
We gave each other? 

Were they not 
Pretty enough? 
Or were they just too fragile 
For your unstable world? 

Your world of
Mismatched jigsaw puzzle thoughts 
And drunk high school riddles...

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Humanity is destined to dissolve
when fear consumes the minds of timid kings.
Such pandering lets lunacy evolve
and impotence is forced to face its sting.
An evil wind, with blustering conceit,
embarks to stage aggressions at your gate,
‘tis but...

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For soon the rains of destiny will fall
as innocence capitulates its soul.
Aggression sealed your fears within a wall
to let disease and hunger take their toll.
Your rank-and-file dissolved into the night
with nary whisper echoing their names,
‘tis...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere 
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions  
Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare...

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(FOR MA'ARUUFAH ODETUNDUN)
Today I was but walking on my path, full of self-confidence,

heading towards a purpose I had set from my residence.

My humble head bowed very low, I pressed forward in haste,

yet I was mindful...

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How cryptic would I have to be to get this off my chest
One score and yet it seems like yesterday it was the best
Most simple feeling that a girl could ever come to realize
A moment...

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Walking from the horrid old motel, and out into the smaze, 
a suffocating day, worsened now, by a mocktail shade of smog
in mockumentary proportions, she flounders in a fog.
Too dazed by crazy sitcoms that seem...

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