Long Crouch Poems

So bridge to bridge, of other things speaking
Of which my comedy does not take care,
We walked; and reached the top, when seeking
For watching the next slit, then we stopped there
Malebolge to see and crying vain;
And...

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     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes...

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I was a seventeen year old senior in a coed, catholic high school.  Our gym classes however were still all boys and all girls.  My senior year we had gym every other day...

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The night sky was dark but for the beam of light that glared through the trees before them as they walked into the woods.  Joulupukki and Lumi were careful not to get to close...

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THIS IS ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Not a Ballpoint To Sleep
I dare blame them for any detriment,
As I care more to rubbish these bait flip men.
So simple having their downfall predistined,
Can sense struggles thrown from their...

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Rugby SCRUM* DANCE for Divorced and Dis-abused Wedding Guests

(Packs made up of eight « players » (see note below) may be formed indifferently : either segregate the sexes or mix them up. No sweat !...

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Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake on the last day of winter
An old man still unbent sits on a deserted wooden bench
   with the load of his cares...

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I am lying in a field everything surrounding me so serene, the sky is the most beautiful shade of blue and the grass a beautiful luscious green
There is nothing forgotten or decayed in this place,...

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On a silver moonlit pillow’s blissful patch I dreamt nirvana 
verses for my sister Jay and our magic mutual bond,  that
gem-enhanced treasure chest, that life support as ironclad rampart 
for our twin psyche sparkle,...

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I've drove along this road before
And thought I knew it well
Every twist and turn it made
The marsh, the mounds, the dell

But on this autumn evening 
I felt like I was lost
I did not recognize this...

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In the Congolese Jungle three men are training for a mission.
They train to detain and disarm poachers.
They hope this will be the conclusion of their efforts.
They also train for a formidable alternative.
Poachers are opportunistic and...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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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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"50 Words for Poe: Foxglove"



What goes through the mind 
of Winter, when you are Autumn
just past Spring
Sometimes you’d squeeze IT
in the hot spaces left-of-centre
with the remnants of the
Summers-In-Between

She liked to keep it real.

She’d escaped
and had...

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Balaam's Third Oracle Numbers 24:4-14 part three concluded

who sees a vision from the Almighty,
who falls prostrate, and whose
eyes are opened.

How beautiful are your tents,
O Jacob,
your dwelling places, O Israel!

Like valleys they spread out,
like gardens beside...

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Night 3
It’s still in my garden.
It’s back with a vengeance.
I can it see it there, lurking:
face black and white, its tail mocking.
Three nights in a row now.
The eyes and the fur and the scraping claws.
I...

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Night 3
It’s still in my garden.
It’s back with a vengeance.
I can it see it there, lurking without pardon,
face black and white; its tail mocking.
Three nights in a row now:
the eyes, the fur, the scraping claws.
I...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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The year was 1978, 
my car, once again on the fritz;
I stuck out my thumb going to and from work 
hoping to catch a hitch.

After counting inventory late one night,
I thought I would have to...

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Wasn't this supposed to be one of the happiest days for me?
Why did this happen on this very day?
Was I being punished for something I did or some type of display?

All of these questions entered...

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The Ice King stood mockingly
The Shadowfire in his cold bony hand
The snow fell
On the land
Upon his freezing hell
 
Send me a knight!
With the courage to take this gem!
Otherwise I will shatter its' heart
In front of...

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The best lines always evade me;
I can never say what must be said
to you, 
to her, 
to them...
to myself.

Mortality whispers in my ear.
Mortality dances about my seer
Allows it. Justly, for justice
folding up my life's essence,
putting...

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The ability to stay calm is a hard task to manage.
The wooden bench I am sitting on creaks with every 
move I make. Each creak stabs my ears.
The open wilderness surrounding me has a sinister...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the cold.
Black or white, no compromise,
no colours clothe the empty streets,
as...

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I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as...

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