Long Folder Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems IV
I wrote this around age 17.



Bible Libel
by Michael R. Burch

If God
is good
half the Bible
is libel.

I read the Bible from cover to cover at age eleven, ten chapters per day, at the suggestion...

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Nick Tipton lived a quiet life,
west Kentucky, in rolling hills;
been farming there for ten years,
all according to his own will.

This simple life would’ve have kept on,
‘til one night, age thirty-three,
a nightmare burst into his mind,
so...

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In the bottom of the ocean
Is where my heart lies
Abide by my side, my devotion 
Is lost in the crowd of gals and guys 
Don't make me wait my turn to receive rationality 
Don't make...

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I'm in the process of joining a Unitarian Universalist Green Sanctuary
communion of All Souls,
in Connecticut.

This is not my first time joining a new intentional good-faith community,
but it is the first time I have signed a...

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True love is unquestionable. 
What is true love?
To me; it is more feeling based rather than definitively worded. 
Emotional attached, formed mentalities that are equally paired with an immaculate physical connection. 
Collected bi-gender, shared love—
She’s...

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Like a Phoenix, I rise up from the ashes of my past 
Your beautiful tune mended the Earth with exquisite mirth 
Like a runner, I'm running forward to the finish line oh so fast 
You're...

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Katie Osprey looked up from the ground 
And she knew this was no way to end a night on the town 
“Why did you dump me onto the Garden floor” 
Which made her four-legged love...

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The Almost Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotent Tech God Oisin
Session 3: Tech support notes from the messed up file and mushroom soup case

“Hello this is Oisin. How may I help you?” Oisin says in his polite business...

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"I agree," Bayard murmured while looking at the few people walking I across the street. Summer was over and the boy was beginning to get frustrated at the sight of girls wrapped in blankets of...

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NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it six feet under, as you know, so I'm posting it...

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It’s been a long time coming
But I’m still on my game 
Writing is the only outlet 
That frees me of this pain
I Talk it how I walk it
And this Walk is insane
Some days are harder...

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Clouded vision as I wake up early morning. Just before dawn, so the neighbor's still snoring. Got 2 messages from my boss sounding ticked. So, I got up, took a shower, made my self some...

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The din awakens me
Hall smoke alarm screaming like a banshee
Smoke everywhere, though I see no flames
I reach up through the thick black fumes and yank the battery
Silencing the banshee, but I hear sirens approaching

Thank god...

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09/11/2000
Hi God, I know that you think that I am a fake but I am not.  I don’t know why I keep thinking that after you already told me.  I hope that I...

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I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people,
As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral.

My work was very interesting, there weren't ever two days the same,
As an exotic...

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On my get acquainted interview when Mr. Rivers told me he wanted the other counselor, not me, and he had invited her to help him say this I suspected he was a hate-everybody-and-especially-you guy.
Everything I...

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'The Journey'

Sight.
Sound.
Smell.
Taste.

The trains,
the tracks,
the rush, the haste.

The sweeties and toffees,
newspapers and coffees,

Cases and bags, e-cigs and fags,
pasty and tanned, iphone in hand,

The people who come and the people who go
and the Taxis that wait, as...

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there was once a mother, who was different from any other. She was mean, she was rude, she was cruel and had an attitude. Her boyfriend, made her is world, but no matter what she...

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"50 Words for Poe: Rasputin"



The Rat was buried in the Pet Cemetery
His name was Rasputin

She had been fond of him for some time
feeding him morsels 
every now and again
tickling his whiskers occasionally -
until he decided...

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Love is this-> when you Love or loved someone else, 
But you still have the same feelings you had for 
Them every other day. It’s not always perfect, 
But somehow or another, it’s worth it....

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...Jack watched her go, rather confused,
he looked to Johns and said, “That’s strange…”
Johns nodded, said, “It will made sense,
there’s much that I have to explain.”

He had a folder in his hands,
on it Jack could see...

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My Life’s Meaning
By Curtis Johnson

Where do we fine the purpose of it all?
What does it all really mean?
What does life mean to me?

I have been young, and now, I’m getting older.
I’m thriving to be wiser,...

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October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can...

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Duet between Omodele Oluwabunmi and Wems Henry Temmy speaks... cautiously 

OmO
Mother, I forget not thy words
When I was a score and half a dozen
“My daughter, let your heart hold my teaching "
But my heart was...

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Show Riders Have A Horse,
And They Love to Do A Course.
When They Are Done,
They Wait Around to See If They Have Won.
Blue, Red, Green, or Yellow, 
Show Riders Are So Mellow.
Later in The Barn Giving...

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