Long Calico Poems

Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.

There...

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I want to tell you the story of my life.  I was born in a barn at dawn.  There
were eight of us but I was the only one with spots.  I was...

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POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern times. 

She’s a queen who sees her lover...

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The year dear Callie - my best cat ever - fell victim to cancer,
she had lived 18 wonderful years
as queen of our house, for sweetly did that calico rule our hearts.
I’d realized too late her...

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It is a witchy tradition to pass down your first broom to
The next generation, but poor dear sweet Mable inherited an eye 
Sore from her elder granny, the handle topped end was crooked
In a twisted...

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Your image appears through a purple-hued haze of silence… 
weaving its whispered dreamy spell, while you re-connect the strings of my sleeping heart
You go about undressing my soul as I watch your image drift in...

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Bane of dyschezia

Constipation spoilt rare visit
with eldest daughter
(yesterday - November twenty sixth
two thousand twenty two)
currently housed near
Rittenhouse Square, Pennsylvania.

Less than twelve hours
after a cocktail comprising
handful of prunes,
four psyllium husk capsules,
plus three dulcolax.

Myself and missis
privy to...

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                The Leader Speaks:

I just make believe I am a genius, like the great, gifted, Elon Musk.
And I fooled my...

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living with a ghost is easy
sometimes scary
       a bit hard on the nerves
               at times...

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Poem about beautiful sunsets and the journey of life.

Spent all day walking on the beautiful powdery white beach. Picking
up oceans treasures, scallop shells calico in colors rich and diverse,
conch, coral, cockel, Sand dollar, sea biscuit,...

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Such an interesting color, Rodger -
Green - like our mysterious calico eyes?
Yes?

You?
An idiot savant submits
into me - a blooming
garden of emerald delights? Like our
first encounter - regulated and raw (green).
Drawing our hunter-hued
curtains closed and tittering
in...

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living with a ghost is easy
sometimes scary
       a bit hard on the nerves
               at times...

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When I was very young
All I really wanted
To be was an Indian.
My mother always read to me -
Stories of fairies and elves,
Of princesses and ogres, witches,
And brownies who did good deeds.
Poems, “Wynken, Blynken and Nod”,
“The...

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                          A Story from My Heart



 
Kelly was a Red...

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They’re cute, little opossums; riding on Mama’s back; 
her tail rail, secures precious brood.  
They’ll grow to be lethal rats; 
they’ll try to eat your dog or cat and they will probably win their...

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My words come from an innermost and secret place within me.  Hidden feelings
that I have veiled and concealed over the years.  Words that bleed with emotion
and speak of deep-seated pain and weep with...

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In the year, nineteen an’ thirty-nine, 
in a small town that seemed not to care,
a little girl tried her very best
to dress well, and groom her dark hair.
She’d fight for her life—whatever it took,
an’ survive...

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There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind 
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain 
the scent of lilacs in...

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Jack Sprat and wife Mary, lived in a glory of lemony, chiffon days;
Like maroon birds keep on singing, until the sunset, orange phase.

They were comfy and happy, like a picnic in lavish, emerald grass;
And had...

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She looked in the mirror, a frown on her face,
her mind filled with worry and fear

The sorrow she wears, she just can't erase,
her cheek finds the loneliest tear

For beauty it seems, at least to her...

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Only four stairs to ascend!
And with a broken leg on the mend?
It felt like a wet noodle.
Or more aptly, hot Stroodle .

Hanging on to that railing for dear life, 
As though we were  husband...

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Many If's of Life and Dancing


If you think you can make yourself look so delicious and attractive
Yet at times frills and puffs can enhance your curly locks with delight;

If you entice you’re loving eyes: make...

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I have an old, fat calico cat.  Her days are numbered but she does not care.  She is
total tranquility, at peace with herself and the world.  A good example for the rest...

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Three Private school girls went missing at Hanging Rock
In 1900
An eerie tragic event
Enjoying a planned picnic
No one knew what was about to impend
Lunch finished, four girls and teacher 
Decided to explore
What happened was a whole...

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LOVE LETTER by James Edward Lee Sr.

C-My name is Meow and I am a calico cat now
C-And I am not ashamed to say I'm in love with a dog wow!
C-Covered in maimed I shall rise
C-This...

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