Long Droops Poems

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some...

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[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss
for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.
With trenchant wit he reaps the dross
when seeking sense in applesauce.

But to his aid flies FactoidMan
who always has a Fact at hand;
with him, who needs...

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Renee Vivien Translations


Song
by Renée Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the moon weeps,
illuminating flowers on the graves of the faithful,
my memories creep
back to you, wrapped in flightless wings.

It's getting late; soon we will sleep
(your eyes...

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Who would milk the Tigress
				
                				    wears no armour    gasmask
				pail within squat thighs
					nor bloodless...

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"50 Words for Poe: camera obscura"



The Night Flower 
turns in her bed
in a dark room
stories of wraiths 
like flies buzzing in her head
and blood-sucking bugs that bite
Rippers and lovers dead
come to collect her from her
ornery...

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Written: March 05, 2025 

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As the final petal droops
upon quivering leaves,
while the soul begins to decay
akin to the evening lights 
fading into a coffin.
Tears flow quietly across...

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HAVE YOU READ PART ONE YET? IT MAY MAKE SLIGHTLY MORE SENSE IF YOU HAVE {although I'm not giving guarantees.}

 I cannot hold thee anymore
Think I'm dyin' and much more
I try slammin' shut the door

Why...

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Rain seeps into every crack and crevice
chilling to the bone
Winter has arrived with a vengeance 
and summer is forever gone.
Ice slicks the asphalt, into a
glittering glistening death trap.
Here begins the slow invasion 
of the unrelenting...

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There’s a load of dust and sweat pulling my ole tired mussels 
           down
           These...

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Arabesque Whispers
       
       
To a flower        
You are the fragrance      ...

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Crushing snowberry bushes on a hillside,
Droops down, discarding fallen blossom petals,
magnificent sand dunes soaked in pure water,
countryside nature soothes with the sweetness of honeyed melody,
And down to the beat.

A stream that appears as blue beads,
Draws...

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"Colorful language is the best way to recreate the incident as it happened and to picture it for the audience".  Dale Carnegie
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O, colors, enthrall us through their splendor
Infuse the mundane world with vivid shades
Dazzle...

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It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were...

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Peyton, a thirteen year old boy
Looks on, pose for a photo; 
He’s in for a test with sound health 
Going to rejoin school   
After long break for crucial treatment
And awesome wait 
After the...

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(after Alphonse de Lamartine)

Thus, ever driven onward to new shores, borne constantly away, 
Can we never, in the Ocean of the Ages, drop anchor for a day? 

Oh, this beautiful lake! The year has hardly...

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a ghost haunts the country of Laos
sieving through jungles
crackling twigs because
it has not yet died
beware of it
the one who drags one foot
while the other rots 20 feet away
shoes made of cast metal
footprints ever so present
in...

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 Continued from Part 1


The trees, they hang in time and space around me –
trees, which in time before had swayed,
so gently tugged by ocean breezes,
trees, which in time before were lightly lit
with emerald tinted...

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A life that you own yourself not
Of brutality and torture 
Of head and heart work
Of hunger and thunder
A life bitter than bitterness.
#HABAR

OFFSPRING of love divine, Humanity!
To who, his eldest born, th'Eternal gave
Dominion o'er the heart;...

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Pale pink peonies, I carried on the day we said, "I do."
Not the innocence of white Queen Anne's Lace of spring, 
nor romantic stems of red roses on a sultry summer day.
In all the years...

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You say it's almost over that's alright;
     you say you've wounded your shoulder;
     Trying to hold the night;
     You're just a little bit...

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The day arose when the ebbing golden orb
Would sun the morn with light and joy
When all the air seems dark and dewy
When the pleasant songs of day would leap.

Upon the rising of the sweet Mercury...

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As night falls swiftly; no respite for a heart can be found 
She dares not invoke sleep, so she paces the floor in silence 
For to fall asleep would mean, a revisit of that dreadful...

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The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve

Legs peel off chairs, from the sticky, wet heat
Rocking chairs sway, creaking out restless beats
Mosquitoes,...

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I dance when my eyes blink
I dance to touch your soul with an indelible ink

I dance when my heart sings
I dance to give a caged bird its wings

I dance when my soul sobs
I dance to...

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Underneath the planting moon the pretender
to the throne wanders through the garden.
Perplexed in intellect, vexed by questions of
sin and salvation, he ponders the price of pardon.
Measuring mercy by his own capacities he feels
the heat of...

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