Long Decapitate Poems

Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the...

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Poems about Mothers


Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more...

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Beckoning
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Yesterday the wind whispered my name
while the blazing locks
of her rampant mane
lay heavy on mine.
And yesterday
I saw the way
the wind caressed tall pines
in forests laced by glinting streams
and thick with...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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I get up to the sound of drilling, banging and speeding cars with sleepy passengers shouting, “a who did a give the order,” and the fading response of another passenger “ a the woman with...

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sun rays settle skies
prism shelters diversity -
kids breaking hard bricks

wind spreads gentle seeds
prayer evokes mute silence -
too many lost souls

rain drops whet dry soil
scope scoops whirlpools of dry tears -
god should know better

earth circles tailspins
faith...

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I cannot sponsor a contest but if you can and you are looking for a topic may I 
suggest a limerick contest that requires the poet to base the limerick on a word that 
begins...

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And ignoble prize trumpeting hubris awarded to...

Bourgeoisie donning ersatz
overstuffed ego freezer bewigged pate
"FAKE" grotesque humanitarian
bribed corrupt judges will vindicate
jimmied cracked corn
land of "milk and honey"

red hot button he spoils to activate
countdown to Armageddon
leaving nation prostrate,
all...

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I don't play god, i hate you all, a life made of lie i will slay today, nothing steps
ahead, i will decapitate satan for power, god if i must, i don't rules in a hole...

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Liberty, Equality and Fraternity, three precious ideals, blinded by the darkness of xenophobia.
 The Republic, democracy and human rights are the pillars of a just society, but in the depths of Marianne, their fragility reminds...

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One quick snap I'm 
cognizant, no 
standing in this 
place, in pitch black 
dark I lay can't see 
my hand before my 
face,

my wingspan's non 
existent, cushioned 
wood up by my 
head, the sayers 
nay...

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Poppy
by Michael R. Burch

“It is lonely to be born.” – Dannie Abse, “The Second Coming”

It is lonely to be born
between the intimate ears of corn . . .
the sunlit, flooded, shellshocked rows.

The scarecrow flutters, listens,...

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Every year for seven now I’d helped me mate Tom Cooney out,
along with Laurie ‘Fitz’ and Barry Dore when asparagus did sprout.
We worked our shifts ‘til knock off time, then off we’d quickly dart,
to cut...

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One quick snap I'm cognizant, no standing in this 
place, in pitch black dark I lay can't see my hand 
before my face,

my wingspan's non existent, cushioned wood up by 
my head, the sayers nay...

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The Headless Greenlandic Horseman
A Meditation in 6 parts.

Avalanche
I.

The sky is starry
The night is scary
I'm very afraid
of the living dead;

On a mission; or Fugitives in the city
II.

The headless Greenlandic horseman
speaks Kalaallisut very well indeed,
plus Dansk and...

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Soupers quiet down, quiet down, dakarai cobb is in for a shock.
I'm gonna smash this clown, so let me metamorphose into the Poetic Warlock.
Soupers put your hands in the air, and chant my name to...

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They're trying to decapitate the hood magistrates,
with fabricated reasons for treasons
It's the season that we evaluate and saturate,

All those who maneuver with a false mind,
Hood occupants are tee'd off like it's golf time,
So your game...

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for under 10$ an hourly wage
you too can be the lucky one
who rides around on the back of a pungent & filthy green
garbage truck for ten hours a day
hopping off and then back on at...

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With the smiling Fajr to the East, I remember the clipping of toes from side to side with the solemn recitation of the Holy Quran. The imagination of Allah’s mercy boils in my heart, the...

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Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
     Why sell your body the...

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Our enemies the Philistines
As we were taught in Sunday school
Are extras in the battle lines
To die, as we were born to rule

What lovely racists we’ve become
Programmed to hate our nation’s foes
Eurasians and Mohammedans 
Can meet...

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How many days,
does it take to capture the suns rays?
To let the heat sink deep into your skin
and slowly burn away every sin

Throw your memories in the bin
Let another experience begin
Tonight, we are young, on...

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I've come to take a life,
and I'm searching for a certain Poetic Parasite.
Blood drips from my poetic knife,
and I'm placing him in the soup spotlight!

You know how I slice and dice,
So you can call me...

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