Long Duel Poems

Let me take a little sip
Of your blessed, breathtaking brilliance that will numb...
This pain I have in this heart of stone
The voices in my head won't leave me alone
I thought I was on my own,...

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Feel more than free to take a quick tour into my mind's eye
Then, you'll find that you're on my mind and I don't know why 

Dare to wonder Where to wander
Dare to wonder What I...

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Hard driven by the embarrassment,
                              ...

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Act 2. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

It's all a blur. It’s all a little dizzy. 
I just have dreamed a scary dream as if 
two vagabond philosophers robbed me
and killed. I must admit it's a...

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I’m getting tracked down by nightfall
Hear me…hear me…out as I fall…
Hear my call; my heart’s pounding in appall 
I fall down – hear my pleas and answer my call
Don’t hang up on me at all!
I’m...

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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. 
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Verse 1: Falling into place the moment you caressed my face
Bathing in the waters of woe...wishing to find your ship of grace 
Spinning around all over the place,
Trying to find my place, but you invade...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming?...

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THE LAST THOUGHTS OF A FALLEN CHAMPION

This one time I know I was  caught below the belt
No doubt I got it wrong and I'm far from my best
My last chilling and coin now I've...

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"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood : A Spell"



Spider Web glistens wet 
in the spoilt lies of...

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The Poets Duel


I consider myself the poet
Of historic love affairs
Not the Romeo and Juliette’s we all know
The ones mirrored in lesser history of lore
Like Heloise and Abelard
I was the king of this poetic style

Then came...

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See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t...

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Imposition is one of humans' greatest flaws.
Countless times proven as the underlying cause
Of immense human suffering throughout history,
In endless ways justified to levy extensive misery.

People in general can't accept others as they are;
Differences are perceived...

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The Gunslinger 

There once was a honest man, a man of iron and steel
Vengeance filled his heart, a lust for blood so surreal
No one knows what calamity has forged his evil ways
Or of what rages...

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It was a short walk I intended to take
To while away time that I did not have
For I had lots on my mind and hands 
So off I went anyway and I was glad of...

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"Voluptuous Bullets"



In the game of Love and War
voluptuous bullets
penetrate a mouth of warm words

Lacking defence lines 
boundaries come undone 
in the valleys of a body let loose

Depth charged oceans seduce
and submerge the sensual mind
civility replaced...

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The oldest citizen of Soup Creek, Nopaul E. Ticks, posed to show his support for the town council's ban on politicians.

I hear that nasty Trump feller, wants to stump in Soup Creek.
He wrote to Mayor...

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(alternatively titled: tardy duff fender of assertiveness,
especially after adjusting following insanity clause
affixed with rubber baby-buggy bumpers)

Methinks I nearly got snookered
courtesy CVS employee at store number 7569
(address: 1206 North Gravel Pike,
Zieglerville, Pennsylvania 19492)
September ninth, two thousand...

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In my sanctuary’s hush, Poe’s tales I clasp,
Into his world, I plunge, a breath, a rasp.
Beneath the creaking floorboards, a heart's pulse
In my mind, it throbs and gasps;
Suddenly, I'm the culprit, in horror's vice, my...

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I like to eat stuff
I'm not very buff
I think i'm pretty tough
My doctor says my health is pretty rough
My girlfriends name is muff
I hate her
She always calls me fat
Even though her face looks like a...

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These are my modern English translations of sonnets by the French poet Stephane Mallarme.

The Tomb of Edgar Poe
by Stéphane Mallarmé
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Transformed into himself by Death, at last,
the Bard unsheathed his Art’s...

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Pray, my lord, says the priest. ‘Tis sweet balm for the soul,
and he, he sees yours-
Lord, I hope not- you think.
‘O! there are spirits of the air!’
a poet will write centuries after they give you...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of...

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The coldness of the night had past,

The light was set the die was cast,

A pair of mortals faced each other,

Neither thinking of his mother.


 Each with an evil glint in his eye,

 Each one determined the other...

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You could be the King of Kindle
if you motivate yourself and mingle,
or you can stay sad and you can stay single,
people have the power that's the principal.

Though this skill grows I'm yet to reach the...

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