Long Eeyore Poems

Poems about Children II



On Looking into Curious George’s Mirrors
by Michael R. Burch

for Maya McManmon, granddaughter of the poet Jim McManmon

Maya was made in the image of God;
may the reflections she sees in those curious mirrors
always...

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Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader 

Expounded late today April 27th, 2023
since being written
countless years ago
maybe a baker's dozen
as thee doodling cock doth crow 
scouting about for carrion 
scavenging for dead animals 
and rooting about...

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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly enough even reducing
ordinary decibels to a mute whisper
madding crowd trumpeting...

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For some enchanted evenings...

The following scenario imagined
after the hoopla of
Democratic National Convention miracle workers
Kamala Harris and Tim Walz
trumpeted politically wholesome zeal,
and achieved advancement
propelling them ahead
in the race to the White House.

Unlike the hangdog expression of...

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I, A. Robbie - Ham guilty for gobbledygook...
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent A1 miss steak kin kith
once, a former main lion resident 
living social where Tigress and Euphrates 
converge and pool into Lake Wobegone ...

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Dapper Drac had a panic attack, and topping off the dread
His trendy boots clashed with his suit, plus his white shirt was stained red

Sure his hair was right, and dynamite, as seen in the mirror
Yet...

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Children's Poems III

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Picturebook Princess
by Michael R. Burch

for Keira

We had a special visitor.
Our world became suddenly brighter.
She was...

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I remember Christopher Robin
When helping Pooh find honey
Was my biggest problem
I remember the blustery days
We trusted each other in every way

I remember When we helped Eeyore
Find his way home from the Sea shore
Everything was good
In...

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Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation

Though anyone who saw
and/or watched local news would be more wise
the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation
came as a complete surprise,
cuz yours truly prefers
getting strangled courtesy neckties
versus...

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Virility Imperiled Manhood Emasculated (mine)

No sense of accomplishment prevails to date
analogous to kudzu... inadequacy runs rampant
recurring theme extant within poetic endeavors,
and often discussed with assigned therapist (one
among many girls named Stephanie Dodds) do
GOOGLE search and...

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Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea treading water donned with bib
(that doubles as yellow
spongy bobbing life jacket)

furiously doing doggy paddle
riding the next tidal wave
hoop fully washing me ashore to...

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Did you hear about the moose, who thought he was a goose? He swam and he honked and even waddled when he walked. But it would make you cry, if you had seen it with...

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analogous to expending precious Air Supply
embellishing, modifying, revising, et cetera
a poem crafted about fourteen months ago.

I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body (Electric 
Light Orchestra)...

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I ham quill tee for gobbledygook...
and ruffling tail feathers!

An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion den cha hoard servant,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar
hoof faux whatever reason iz explore

ring bing foo fighting beastie boy,...

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I ham guilty for  gobbledygook...
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar

ring beastie boy, who doth
newt practice, what he preaches your
truly battens down chicken
coop hatches so......

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I have a weakness for golden blond hair,
and light shade of blue in mascara eyes,
that new recruit in office next door,
I brushed past her as I came up a floor,
and she is got them, she...

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Hub bomb bin hubble emotional wreckage
tell tale signs of internal war
ah, there moost be lifelong conspiracy
afoot for a Galician voar

try as I might to Lyft myself
out of penury...this Uber
scribe reckons way back when,
my life took...

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Deep within throes of writer's block cerebral cortex feels frozen to the core

Haint no rhyme nor reason
why writing a poem such an arduous chore
twenty two days afore
winter solstice twenty twenty more
or less three weeks from...

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Upon reflecting with misty eyes
childhood days of yore
the mantle of anticipatory
excitement mantle I wore
upon advent of December
twenty fifth not quite threescore

years ago knew nothing
about being dirt poor
yours truly doggedly felt sense
of belonging among k9 korp
versus...

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Sheltering in place
Not anyone’s idea of a great time; certainly not mine.
Spoke to a good friend yesterday.
She said she is morbidly depressed.
She had been positive and upbeat prior to this pandemic.

I kept my own dour...

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"Goosh, is that who I see",
"Winnie the Pooh, It's Mickey Mouse, do you remember me?"


"Where are you going Winnie? I am on my way to Disneyland",
"Where I shall meet all of my friends".


"Me too Mickey...

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Eeyore was against the costume party in the first place.
He was always the one who had to wear a silly clown face!
The press on nails irritated his hoofs and were no help at all. 
The...

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For our friend, Caren:

RELAXATION OF FAERIE FOREST

dosido, arm in arm
through the pinefill
of faeries. celebratory shakes,
knowing nothing of masks.
protected from human mistakes.
clinking of teacups
“Morning, dear.”
the scent of honeysuckle
and lilacs.
invitation of forest minds,
muses tempting, plotting,
prodding.
fluttering petals, prams
giggling.
girltime...

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entered said market seconds later, 
   and dye motioned (to her) as she sigh 
lent lee reached same idle sturdy cart, 
   which ordinarily requires a quarter to pry 
loose from...

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so much darkness and gloom followed the tornado around Omaha
Some were dour and sour about it; I was numb, it had been a disaster
I have to get out of here, I told my husband. He...

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