Long Burley Poems

“Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep”

Following the Babel paths,
where footprints progress
like rough-hewn braille,
temptation shows itself well deep
to be turned and touched,
substantially labyrinth

The Open 
is lead  
further in, and...

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"Conceits"



Such conceits
as veils between 
our windowed worlds 
torn torrential incomplete

mayst thou watch and learn 
the one I spawned, 
strength beats weakness
carried soft and harsh

one direction or the other
strength and weakness
both carried soft and harsh
ego and...

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"Motherland"

The “Removed”,
Charlestons across the keyboard,

fingers have a personality and a mind 
of their own, don’t you agree?

the stalwart mind converses with the frivolous fingers 
its stark increduality, considers All above All

they’re incorrigible, those lithe fingers,
like...

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"Piranhas"



Piranhas
thrashing tales
to the feeding frenzy
de rigueur

someone’s torn
they can smell the blood

pointing fingers in a mirror
writing with burley
on their star studded
glowing wall 

craggy oysters
peppered salty
grey and green 
furry mouthed

blunt, stunted minds
lacking wisdom

scattering envy 
curling vitriol
like iron...

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"Freedom Sees - Part 2"

Platoon magic legion
Hammerheads
beautiful, graceful escorts
leading the way
hear their call, silently swishing
dorsal fins
cutting through the 
fall-out murky pall,
they need no 
blood and guts Burley, 
their seas are pristine
watch their mute scene
unfurling, they...

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"Smoke Signals"




Her wet lips
long slender fingers
flipped the lit cigarette
3 
seconds 
it glowed
inhaled deep, 
hard
and real slow
crushed under
Vermillion 
manolo blahnik 
killer, 
Capital K
long bare legs in
deadly brutal
stilletos

The taste wasn’t sweet
Her last kiss
tasted of Manuka
and violet scented
dom...

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Down in the white famed plains of Western Kentucky in the 19th century, Alpha Omega Latham was born. Days after his father was shot on the porch, was the beginning of being, and the pass...

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GHOST STORY

Hey!  Over there !  I got a glimpse of him !
Yes,  I see him now over there almost hidden behind  those books  
      ...

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Finally my blood began to coagulate, the bleeding had stopped.
Not sure how far along the tunnel I had come. All the way I hopped.
Now to make my way out of this loathsome place.
Cobwebs drooped from...

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Soothe the brain with passages,
Let the warm air ease your thoughts.
For home is a long way coming,
But development is close.
Cross your eyes in hope of happiness,
Be content the pen still works,
Happy you're still moving on.
Fold...

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She was a woman who had a little hair on her chin.
She was older, robust, called simply Old Finn.
It did not make sense that they called her this at nineteen.
Still, she was the wisest one...

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I CAN’T SEE, IS THAT A FOUNTAIN OR A MOUNTAIN?

Do you see that mountain which towers us to ants
If a dude climbs that he’s got to get short of  breath and 
patenttly pants
There are...

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OLD CURLY IS BURLEY 

I’m telling you dude, the man is as wily as they come
He’ll leave you wishing you were dead or numb
His name is Curley and I don’t know why
I just know he’ll...

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OLD CURLY IS BURLEY 

I’m telling you dude, the man is as wily as they come
He’ll leave you wishing you were dead or numb
His name is Curley and I don’t know why
I just know he’ll...

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Greasy little Charlie Bryce,
Was absolutely riddled with lice,

The lice would skip and jump and play,
On Charlie's greasy hair all day,

But then one day a louse hopped free,
And landed on a girl called Bree,

Who screamed aloud...

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Rednecks 
Long time ago when a man called Goldwater was 
running for president, I was walking along a road 
just outside Mobile, Alabama. What I was doing 
there is long forgotten but I recall having...

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problem will tackle
abusers we should schackle
while they will cackle

remove may be good
all of those who are a hood
which we surely should

we did neglect
try right things that are correct
that we did detect

inevitable
which could be incretible
was ineatable

people...

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If I were a tree...
I’d be a burley redwood in a western forest,
Or a tall sequoia fully grown.
Might be a stately elm among the lesser timber,
Or a sturdy oak as tough as stone.
But always prone...

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You were my Grandfather but I called you Papaw instead.
It hurt very much when Mom told me that you were dead.
When you died, the flower shop sold out of flowers and had to start selling...

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Almost fifty-three years ago, I became your grandson.
You died 30 years ago today at the age of seventy-one.
You became sick when a doctor prescribed you some Dilantin.
The allergy ended your life and we would never...

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Here I write,
but I don't know why
it's either that 
or stare at the sky,
and as I ponder
what to scribe next,
inspiration fills my text.
The infamous thoughts
swirl all about,
smearing together
until they come out,
creating clear green skies
filled with...

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He was my papaw and he was my father's dad.
When he died in 1994, it was both tragic and sad.
If Papaw had survived, he would be celebrating his birthday.
If he hadn't died, he would've become...

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Mom hated Wednesdays but I don't remember why.
Sadly, it was on a Wednesday when she died.
My Granddad also died on a Wednesday and that was very sad.
My Grandmother bragged because she was going to receive...

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One day I was walkin' through the woods
Amongst the cool, crisp mountain air
When cold and burley there he stood
Lickin' his chops this hungry bear

I tried so hard to find a tree
And scamper fast, I tried...

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