Long Cynics Poems

The Original Sin: Rhyming Haiku!
 
Haiku
should never rhyme:
it’s a crime!
-Michael R. Burch
 
The herons stand,
sentry-like, at attention ...
rigid observers of some unknown command.
-Michael R. Burch
 
Late
fall;
all
the golden leaves turn black underfoot:
soot
-Michael R. Burch
 
Dry leaf...

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Beware of pirates without a ship
like rebels without a transportive WinWin cooperative cause,
like ego-politicians without sacred ecological-economic portfolios.

One of the ways we communicate cooperative values
and choose not to communicate disvalues
is by how and where and...

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The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but an inning left to play.
And when Cooney fell at first, and Barrows met the same,
A hush of sorrow...

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Yuletide pageants vis a vis merry go round revisited

healthy progeny regaled being alive
analogous to children ecstatic twenty-five
on December exhaling joie de vivre at dive 
in into neat stack of wrapped gifts, when...
what! out of thin...

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Haiku Variations
by Michael R. Burch

This is a poem composed of haiku-like stanzas:


Variations on the Seasons I
by Michael R. Burch

Lift up your head
dandelion,
hear spring roar!

How will you tidy your hair
this near
summer?

Leave to each still night
your lightest...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel...

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Yuletide pageant merry go round

Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style 
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart 
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals 
and...

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The ladder is cold steel and past its days, dulled to a natural grey
Yet its rungs still stand strong, stretched over the battered frame
See over time, a ravished age, the world has grasped the ladders...

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We all do try and write for a reason
and each have different things to say
at some particular time or season
we've got to express our thoughts that way.

It doesn't really matter who you are
or in what...

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Well what the Dickens is going on?
My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe
Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a fan

Twas…the tale of two skippers and two cities
Both burdened by...

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pandemoniac incredulity sweeps the fat globe

illusion in disguise and sweet dreams of equality 

the grim reaper measures invincible destruction

finally attempts to be fair at least once in a life time

‘fear not for I am a...

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we should be realising the fates
and who is belonging in what safe place
those who build bombs around the world that should be locked up
and those who guide us to kill one another
and blindly spin in...

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She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her...

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tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated 
with sacrificial pacification sans deity 
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary...

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Verse 1- Lets take the hearts from our armor and lift off the chains, well dance with the relics and drink cheap champagne, let the arrows speak justice, will play Tim and Jane, with nothing...

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One last beer before Christmas
Sitting in a run down bar
Toasting Christmas' once again
Making New Years Resolutions
That in eight days I'll amend
Watching Christmas Specials
On what happened this past year
All the while waiting
For another glass of beer

Commercials...

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Morning light shimmers
Floating dust welcome;
Excited salutation


World awakes
Noisy traffic;
Rush of work day


Knock on the door
Peephole lookout;
Real estate agent


Morning cuppa
Fortified supplements;
Health insurance


Bamboo trees
Walkway sentinels;
Windy voices hum


Old plumeria tree
Speaks in vivid colours;
Reds, yellows, whites bloom


Lift alarm screaming
Fire drill...

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my soul is the shape of a bloodstain
poured there by Nadine Maraschino
my right eye sits
in the ruby voodoo goblet
that she wears upon her head
Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy
from the cauldron of shame
but she...

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With climate fragmentation, unholy pathology
comes ecosystemic over-specialization
supports growing competitive ego-autonomy,
playing a WinLose ZeroSum devolutionary depressing game.

With climate interdependence, holistic health
comes ecosystemic resilience
becomes cooperative ego/eco-restoring resonant compassion
playing a WinWin NonZeroSum
Whole integrity-potentiating Earth HealthJustice System.

Most, if not...

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such heretics pitched headlong 
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular 
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re: 
decking the halls of the mountain king,

whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via...

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Song of the Circles				

Teasing are the secrets in the golden summer grain,
No manual to tell us what they mean,
Hasty follows harvest, only pixels now remain,
Of mandalas in meadowlands serene.

While the cynics turned away or treated...

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Follow Me

The Pitch

Live in my circle of simplicity,
Where loyalty plays no tricks.
A world that runs in parallel, 
Without prejudice, or politics.

No longer capable of crime,
Dishonesty, just doesn’t exist.
Disciples are tolerant and caring,
A new life on...

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The huddled elite of Europe were in an unprepossessing state 

as pouring rain was damping their hopes for their future reign. 

These were the best: brilliant, beautiful and young that we oldies 

can attest. Their...

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Once upon a time...a female aquaintance asked me if I could write a piece that 
represented a fairytale, idealised-type view of romance from a female 
perspective. (Hey, look, it's not the weirdest thing I've ever...

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