Long Clubhouse Poems

WHEN ALL IS SET AND DONE, MAKE SURE YOU LEAVE LIVING:
Chorus:
We're all dreamers chasing dreams,
But does the dreams we chasing rightfully gleam?
Trends and hypes many yearn to keep,
We're all dreamers chasing dreams,
But does the dreams...

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Each day’s (we’re alive) one more leaf that has fallen
from tree (Fate’s collusion?), our edifice grown
with the help of light garnered from sources outside
of our provenance, moisture, and minerals,
‘cheap’s’ turned to ‘gold,’ not by Chemistry’s...

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GROWING UP ACROSS THE STREET FROM 
TIGER STADIUM HAS ITS ADVANTAGE
AND DISADVANTAGES.
BEING A YOUNGSTER 
HOT HUMID MUGGY SUMMER NIGHT.
DETROIT MICHIGAN.
JULY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND 73
WOULD TURN OUT TO BE A VERY
COLD
NIGHT.
IN THE MOST UNTHINKABLE WAY.
RUNNING AROUND...

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The best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part IV

King Henry the Great
by Michael R. Burch

Long live the King! 
Send him victorious, 
happy and glorious, 
long to reign over us: 
Long live the King! 

Long...

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Now I probably would have stayed out if I had not known for a fact that
LaDonna  Poirret had been allowed entrance and she had never hand washed his dirty socks before a game and...

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Bursap another example of my mom's butchering
Of the english language.She really was a funny woman.One time she told me "I used to be a good looking woman .Now I'm ugly as a mud fence.Never saw...

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The Fearless Four plus one

Julie was first with her fashionable queries
With a white envelope that she held in her hand
She knocked on the door of her freckle-faced neighbor
And told Sniffling Sammy about her new plan

Let’s...

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Every so often, my mind wanders back to the summer of my youth, where a specific memory awaits. 

Having completed my first year at University, I’ve come home. My younger brother John, fifteen, seems all...

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Yesterday I walked down the stairs
and found myself going within
the clubhouse of a league of folk,
who strive daily for excellence.
Our membership is rather rarefied
and reserved only for those
who find their voice in epic poems,
instead of...

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The Saint John River rolls along 
Under skies of baby blue, 
Touching lives of country folk 
Just the way it used to do 
Before the war to better times, 
When steamboats churned and church bells...

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Berms rise high to the left and right,
they’ve created a wide gully,
another berm squares off the back,
so no stray rounds ever get free.

There’s a metal spinner back there,
sits just short of two hundred yards,
I squeeze...

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II

So then Lion played on
    (though his five iron was gone)

'Cause he had lost it in the 'attack',

              ...

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On the course at Coomealla where the Murray River wends,
Golfers hit their balls and miss the kangaroos,
Now their aim is not to hit them where a fairway shot extends,
For a wayward shot can see us...

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The village has grown bigger
The way that villages do
Parts  have been demolished
And parts of it are new.
The Hotel has expanded,
Very little is the same,
Except the warm atmosphere 
And they’ve kept the name.

Nearly fifty years...

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"Goosh, is that who I see",
"Winnie the Pooh, It's Mickey Mouse, do you remember me?"


"Where are you going Winnie? I am on my way to Disneyland",
"Where I shall meet all of my friends".


"Me too Mickey...

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Wind-swept and sun burnt alone on the fairway 


he fusses and frets with his lie; 


he's been here for ever commanding the course, 


ever since you and I were knee high. 





Golf is his passion,...

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REQUISITE RECOLLECTIONS

I recollect it was sometime between childhood and the alter 
You weren’t allowed in our club for only boys because you wore a halter
The clubhouse amidst the leaves on that old oak tree from...

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I grew up in a very small town,
A small town in which I still live,
A town where even my parents grew up,
A town for which all I would give.

Down on the corner, the small barber...

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something tells me
I have to leave this place
unremembered

the wind smells foul
the grass has changed color
the shrine is now a Clubhouse
and the Diviner has lost his memory  
where do you find blessing
when everything stands still

where...

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Another morning,
Stormy gray lies,
Verification code 062480,
Method of payment,
Onerous office,
Forgotten,
Depressed/suppressed,
Collision warning!
Erring & errands, 
Shopping for sanity,
Trembling triad,
Solo sunset,
Revised & deleted,
140,000+ miles,
275 poems,
Life, films, anti-humans, 
Usually hard,
Orange King,
If Jefferson became Burr,
2mm, DVR the clubhouse,
Geeks inherit the earth,
Sales...

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Oh station , station

Yee of intermittent locomotive
thoroughfare

Once standing proud now
sadly scheduled surplus to 
moderna

Redundant made it's ticket
booth , collector and so to
it's master

Resigned and destined for 
graffiti spray to patch it's
walls

With it's clock battery powered
down

It's...

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Pleeeez… stop your whining and complaining
Agreed, dog days of summer are straining
Let's make the most of these hot sunny days
Might as well call friends, be entertaining

Come and sit in our air conditioned house
Remember your swimsuit...

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...to my grandfather, Charlie Hebert,
   with respect and affection  RIP


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone 
on the course he fusses and frets 
with his lie; he's been here for ever 
commanding the links, ever...

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...to Charlie Hebert, my father-in-law,
   with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sun burnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever since...

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...to Charlie Hebert, my father-in-law,
   with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever since you...

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