Long Foie Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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from press confounding conférences                               ...

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When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise

Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please

The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest...

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Smith’s Octopuses Party On Pontoons 
                   Rumor Has It My Dear

Rumor has it my dear something spectacular...

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This erstwhile avid poet stir "boy"
prone to hyperbole in a "man" newer
(manure) of writing about his foie
gras bulls, (which matter of fact
happen tubby Ruby red)

redirects his gripe, how
he no longer doth enjoy
sharing his rhymes without
(poems),...

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Thistle Be Nettlesome To Weed...

Who (on a lark) doth
     spur my distant soul
     fully bellowed ahoy
quickly hastening
     ye to catfish
   ...

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Do not be afraid, Dear Girl, my room’s right down the hall
At the back of the house where it’s quiet; a very pleasant room overall
You may if you prefer freshen up after our prolonged amble
And...

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Villanelle: Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent

Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent
Likely as not the country will be run by interlopers
Open-heartedness is often a cover for self-bemusement

The first signs...

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Steam Train Troubles

Percival the steward of the train
Ordered foie gras and oysters too
But left them on the station platform like a fool
Wealthy customers will find this rather tedious
Trips from Switzerland to Germany can be quite...

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As you walk

without hesitation

without gratitude

Seemingly,

without fear 

As you walk

back to your place
of power and privilege


You still
require her to smile


As you walk
past the place of humanity,
brokenness


shrill echoes
of shattered glass
 

You still
require her to smile


As you walk
back...

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She was a bookworm of the most finicky kind  
reading every day with a book always in reach 
at the thrifty store the books were all consigned
she rebuffed discriminately with slow impeach 
and rebuked...

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this task to write thee (whom papa dust envy) difficult, 
   though aye selflessly assigned
thy beautiful daughter, whose sunny countenance 
   doth doubly (even donning sunglasses) blind
how charming, fixating, intoxicating...
 ...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 29

At last O Children of the Mother Contrées*
Roll out the red carpets for High Potentates
The hour of glory at Champs–Elysées

Cry not from Eiffel Tower 2C degrés
Temperature rises end...

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Merry Christmas, my poet friends
Nicaraguans or Spanish
May God love you tomorrow,
That cats purr in front of the tree,
American or Iranian, Portuguese
That Santa drops off gifts
In your shoes or socks,
Make a good meal of foie gras
Grilled...

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Didn’t digest my all-dressed pizza
Suffering now from insomnia
A touch of every possible phobia
Mostly of ravenous bacteria 
And humongous tarantula
O yes, and the sordid mafia
Did I call my Grandmamma
Did I put away the spatula
Did I book...

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The News Today 
Louvre in Paris has closed its door the staffs stand 
on the steps and sing the national anthem they have 
no lifeboats and can`t stop Louvre being filled with
the art of debris,...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
hunger stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
hunger stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
pain stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
pain stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
hunger stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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Butterfly Soup


I've eaten mussels
eaten clams
chewed on meat
with ancient man
drowned in chocolate
ice-cream scoops
but nothing compares
to butterfly soup

I've taken drugs 
in Amsterdam
been run over
by their trams
spent seven cold nights
in an old chicken coop
but nothing lives up
to a...

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Dans une teinte
rose
la vie explose
L'arbre frémit sous son écorce
noire
Comme des vaisseaux sanguins
qui s'agrippent au foie
ses branches serpentent
s'écartent et s'emmêlent
pour atteindre le ciel
et ramener de la vie
à la terre
aux racines
qui s'étendent cachés
sous le pied


-- TRANSLATION--
In a...

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There’s always one drunk at the dinner party; an embarrassing shame
Ne’er to be invited back again
It doesn’t complement the tortured duck foie gras crackers
And the sinfully boring conversations lamenting benefit scrounging slackers
Everyone else is clunkily...

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Capon

Capon roasted...served with

Citrus-Sherry Jus--Ah!

Consommé Virginia 

Covers the Country Ham;

Cherry-smoked Foie Gras, then

Christmas Pudding ablaze...

Comely cocks cry out: Foul!


©deborah burch 
12.15.16
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Pleiades Form--listed as verse
Christmas Capon (Chapon;Fr.) Dinner;

*(A capon is a rooster/cock who has been
 "fixed"/neutered;
And foie...

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