Long Excretes Poems

SELF REFLECTIONS

These are poems about mirrors, images, self-image, reflections, impressions and self-reflection. 

Self Reflection
by Michael R. Burch 

for anyone struggling with self-image

She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm ...
but she's grossly...

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Poems about Poems III

Radiance
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus?hard toil?
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes?dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea but...

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Radiance
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil—
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea but feels its meaning—
the...

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These are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my early teens and has remained so over the years. I...

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Myth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.

And she is the myth of the scythed wheat
hewn and sighing, complete,
waiting, lain in a low...

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Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.

Because you...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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Poems about Poets

Elemental
by Michael R. Burch

for and after Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil—
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea...

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Where, oh where, is God? 
When will the man-child stop asking why,
stop searching for the other, the greater, the bigger
the more glorious presence?

This constant need to see other than oneself as the source.
Even with a...

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Antithesis

In May, the lion’s ear blooms immaculately,
As if the night sky is on fire.
It excretes a ravishing untarnished beauty,
A mesmerizing compelling beauty
Only the mad mystics and poets can discern.
Here, put on these rubber sandals;
The pair...

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A man sitting on a toilet seat giving strength to his belly, 
though resting his chin on his hand imitating the thinker 
who is sitting in front of the gate of hell with deep thoughts,...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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Lipid is another name for fat
Blood lipids are fats in your blood
Doctor creates a breakdown of different types of fat in your blood
Help determine the type of heart disease you’re at risk

When your doctor or...

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THE  BACKBITERS  DIARY.
She’s  a  land  called 
Barren  craft,
Variety  of  laugh  hangs
On  this  verse
The  vampire’s  turbine
Is  double  of  man’s
Heart,
Biting ...

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POISON is anything which exceeds necessity
It can be over- eating leading to obesity
Or it can be power, wealth and hunger
Tempting one to commit a blunder

The vice of ego, greed or ambition
Triggers within self a war...

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The wedding bells are ringing but there never was a groom.
A meddler softly singing in the corner of the room begins to
Rise on legs of eight I count, a spider some might say.
Proudly as if...

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who 
she has become 
      runs parallel 
to whom 
    she would have been
         if not for me.
I take...

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Music is life
  It's wavy Movement Excretes the beauty that gives healthy Nutrients to the soul
Which help us Grow beyond diminishing state of mind and also Reproduce minds that create more of itself to...

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An eye set on the now
Surrounded in a forbidden, black elegance
Swiftly scanning the ground below
As reds and yellows ignite the once dark sky
And a thought takes flight
In search of opportunity
Forever; An investigation
Curiously but carefully,
Transformation takes...

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The modern mattress 
is what makes possible
modern sleep;   
soft so I
model myself in it
like I'm to become
a plaster cast.
 What's wrong? she asks
there's something bothering you.
 The modern mattress
can hide the mite
that eats...

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