Long Brawlers Poems

I get up to the sound of drilling, banging and speeding cars with sleepy passengers shouting, “a who did a give the order,” and the fading response of another passenger “ a the woman with...

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THE RUIN 
an Old English poem about fate & destiny
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it
and the Colossus sagged inward...

broad battlements broken;
the Builders' work battered;

the high ramparts toppled;
tall...

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Written: September 19, 2023
Mocking The Dead Poetry Contest           Sponsored by: Silent One 
"Do not be afraid of death. Death transforms to something wider. Death is...

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The wind is blowing from all directions and the cloud is falling beneath the earth, the hills are standing tall and strong, and my heart is singing a merry song. I long for the days...

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Layered Cake pt 2

Further afield I met a gangster in Liverpool who was alrite
He liked a right tear up and had a job to appear legit
But his real work was in various things like drugs,...

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I

the fallen, brown, dead and decaying; 
covering mats nature’s mother been laying
arteries swollen by spring’s overflow 
will funnel life to all that must grow

flowers in hues of reds, whites and blues
articulate how do you do
brilliant...

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It was never my intent to collect the creepy crawlers
but I couldn't make myself swat them with a broom.
I thought they might be useful one day, on brawlers
who make trouble, like aphids on roses in...

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many the marvels 
in the earth’s burgeoning garden
spring is release 
the Lord’s yearly pardon

fallen, the brown, dead and decaying
covering mats nature’s mother laying
rivers refreshed with spring’s overflow
funnel life to all that grow

the flowers in colors...

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THEY CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
THEY ALL WANTED TO SEE
THE SPECTACLE
THEY KNEW THEY WERE A PART OF HISTORY
THEY STOOD IN LINE
ALL NIGHT TO GET
THE TICKET TO THE BIG SHOW
THEY WANTED TO SEE WHAT
GOOGOO MEIN AND GHETTO SUSCHII
HAD...

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Tableaus’


An elderly television speaks to her
in a deaf condominium.
Her garden is a cluster of cobwebs,
it rattles and spins as stiff
as the skeletons of the sun.

Her ears listen to the world
as it ascends into a fairy...

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snow-covered winter came calling
lightning thundered split trees are falling
gurgling streams spread spring’s overflow
bringing new life to all that grow

flowers dressed in red, white and blue
articulate how do you do
pastel hues are too many to mention
splendor...

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A gleam of satisfaction radiated from the Vampire’s eyes,
but only for a moment,
then came the thunderous cries,
he shouted as if he were in pain,
eternal life had its deficiencies,
because while he finished feeding,
and his prey bleeding,
his...

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Never have I ever seen the like
Of a polar bear riding a trike
Or a whale riding an elephant.
Simply, in my book, irrelevant
Things I know I’ll never see,
Unless I pay an exorbitant fee!
Like the time I...

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