Long Brays Poems

Note: the "dd" in Welsh names is pronounced "th."

Merlyn's Birth
by Michael R. Burch

I was born in Gwynedd,
or not born, as some men claim,
and the Zephyr of Caer Myrrdin
gave me my name.

My father was Madog Morfeyn
but...

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MYSTERIOUS HABITATS


Wonderful is the monument Tajmahal
It buries mysterious human track mole
It bears the memory of a love that compelled
To activate many to shed blood in sweat
It casts the reminiscence of a love forced
To shed blood...

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In the beginning there was Chaos. God spoke, and there was Symphony. -- by Poet


There was darkness all around,
And all were but muffled sound,
As the notes from a bassoon--
Low and melancholy tune.
And God’s spirit hovered...

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Me father was a collier, worked Harton off the coast 
Though he rattled from the coal dust he was whiter than a ghost 
But the one thing that reviled him in his God-forsaken post
Was the...

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A whale kilowatt is a power source indeed. Floatation over gallons is a fantastic idea. But when a raven flies in a circular fashion it is then time for the washing party of grizzly bears...

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N.orth E.ast W.est S.outh


In the North the news brays
There’s no equality
And adds to the fray
Staged hostility

In the East they mouth
There’s new racial frictions
Plus they, in West and South
Peddle hostile fictions

Don’t look to the NEWS
Look to...

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I deem it important to attend church for my spiritual maturation.
I really savor the fellowship of a loving and caring congregation.
I especially relish the potluck suppers and other social interactions,
But even in this worshipful scenario,...

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...
The corruptions proclaims there’s no need for faith,
then offers itself to take up its place,
God gets replaced by ideology,
starving, the corrupted grasp it fervently,
become true believers, it crowds out all else,
until those outside do not...

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You fell for my simple
Poems back, way back in those days
When you’d smile, exposing those dimples
Similar to those when a donkey brays.
One could tell from afar
That we were so in love,
Though the distance made it...

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A is for Akela of Jungle Book fame
B is for Baloo from Jungle Book the same

C is for Cinderella what a pretty sight
D is for Donald Duck, hope he doesn’t bite

E is for Eyore the...

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Gold or gladiolus or golden sapphire fine;
Delighted, even if I divine light define;
If, like an orange, the details I do not peel,
Will my rhyme-lyric like an angelus-bell, peal?

Like a disciplined mother rearing her infant,
Timely sleeping,...

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In the Confines of a Dream
By Sy Roth

Their skin touches mine
Hair on end in the cold, tickling,
Vibrating with amoebic fear on an endless loop.
I could not look.

They braved separation from each other,
Buttock to buttock, fearful...

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The Donkey of Destiny

The party was set, the guests were invited,
The adults were happy, the kids all excited.
All going to plan; the hosts were delighted,
Then the Donkey of Destiny brayed – he-haw!
The Donkey of Destiny...

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Ocean's Marine Life Observations While Serving In The United States of America's Navy!

Sailing swimming seven seas 
through high winds
High choppy whitecaps seas
through fair winds
and fair seas
huge and small wakes and waves
observing beautiful and majestic scenes...

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Who’s that cow standing in the way

Moo-ove, Moo-ove

No, that’s a donkey,listen how he brays

Hee-haw, Hee-haw

I’m not the kinda person to be hurtling insults

"But that's a crazy monkey with a blabbering mouth"


Who’s that dog with the...

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Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny rays 

Down in the meadow, lambs frolic and play
ladybirds climb...

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Brexit Sonnet No.22
‘How Can I Leave Thee’
 

How can I leave thee? Let me count the ways.
I’ll leave thee as I believe I have the right
To batter and breach all doubters in plain sight.
I’ll end...

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Do these glasses make us look fat?
Who looks worse, me or Matt?
I looked up to do a quadruple take.
A mistake I did not care to make.

Why are zebras so hard to raise?
They gave me a...

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the theory says: “beware, for thoughts are things”
and voice the means by which it brays or sings
for were we held to pay for what we think
we’d skate forever ‘round an oval rink

whereas the learned might...

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Drawdy Pointe

Flyaway frond hairs wear the breeze
where the green palm nods her head,
and the pelican post's lone occupant
is surveying the fisherman’s empty line.
Across the water in the yellow yard,
a gypsy on loan from Key West,
the...

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Its' what they do

A rat gnaws
a snake slithers
                   ........it's who they are

The jackass brays
without logic or reason
...

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the air in the skull is stale
not ready yet to be noticed on sight
or seen
as anything but a question mark

submerging in a fish bowl
of watching
reconnoitering
feeling around the margins
where the walls
are as porous as tissue paper

lids...

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But a brush and a touch, one parting more.
Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light.
I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout,
but remember my close shaves, the honey
and dead days, my foes jaw-struck,
as the long-winded she-ass...

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Has America’s spirit strayed off the trail?
Have we found what’s in every canyon
Or have we failed?

Will we let the bad guys win and try no more?
See Lady Liberty as something
To just deplore?

Have we seen the...

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