Long Burs Poems

Nothing more than a pretty smile - repost

There she was chasing a rabbit 
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hidden amongst
swirling...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying     a smile
frog prince 
imprisoned   ...

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There she was chasing a rabbit 
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hidden amongst
swirling smoke rings in a foreign accent

To the...

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Tom Sharing Aphorisms
(old adages)
Composed: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019

I’ve been told, when younger,
”I could start a fight in an empty House.”
Because often “I would cloud up and rain knuckles,”
and later “was a sight for sore eyes”
Sometimes “I...

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Wounds heal, 
scars fade, you'll 
get over it  it's 
what they always 
say   Their 
convenient go-to 
phrase   There, 
that'll do the trick  
They don't see 
how much it 
matters...

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The “Itis” Brothers
(Arthritis, Bursitis, Tendonitis)
Written: by Miracle Man 
10/30/2021

The “Itis” brothers, have a quite familiar name,
Arthr, Burs, and Tendon have garnered worldly fame.

All three have visited me, two had a short stay,
after medical encouragement they...

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Inspiration


A fly which past fast zings
Like a bird on beating wings
A leaf that in wind flickers
Like a curvy girl on knickers

Or a Wretch who bemoans
As a weight lifter that groans;

Flying quite ethereal across
Clouds that gather...

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Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum". 
            "Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
          ...

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I parked along the side of the road
where the shoulder turned to gravel.
I left my cardoor open, thinking I’d only be a moment.
Into the golden weeds I trudged
to find my favorite flower.
Bull thistle bloomed
violet,
jewels aloft...

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7 Dec 2023  5:43 pm
A distant memory upon the winter breeze
The spring scent of fertile chessnut trees

So broad and strong standing tall against the storms
Producing bushels of sweet sustanace and burs of thorns

I remember...

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MY WINTER

Prepared for this cold winter?
Tree fronds hang their heads,
flashing lights hang tight.
Bowed and bollixed presents —
depressed.  The absence of
a merry Spring — the empty nest.

Emotions chill, shiver...
Turtlenecks without hugs.
The whiteout of snow —
knees...

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