Long Frankie Poems

Juvenilia: Early Poems VI



An Illusion
by Michael R. Burch

The sky was as hushed as the breath of a bee
and the world was bathed in shades of palest gold
when I awoke.

She came to me with the sound...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems X

These are early poems written in my teens and twenties.

Regret
by Michael R. Burch

Regret,
a bitter
ache to bear...

once starlight
languished
in your hair...

a shining there
as brief
as rare.

Regret,
a pain
I chose to bear...

unleash
the torrent
of your hair...

and show me
once...

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"Lizzie Borden took an axe,
gave her mother forty whacks,
when she saw what she had done,
gave her father forty-one,
she washed herself from a watered pail,
she claimed their lies and vicious tales,
she pled not guilty and moaned...

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Au revoir oh perilous freedom...

Since pledging my troth
to the missus July 25th, 1996
after the comma error
punctuated mein kampf with disequilibrium.

Ever since the notions
of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
coalesced within the mindscape
attributed to one
or more...

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A SONG AGO

Our cousin filled a flash drive with songs
From the Fifties to date,
I would like to share some, beginning with the late,
Mr. Frank Sinatra, Frankie boy,
Still my favourite, to listen to, such joy!
‘I did...

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Interview with The Dead Boy -Raymond Mizsak

So Raymond, do you know what happened to you? Why you died?

Yeah, I know what happened to me, man, 
but I don’t remember it happening, 
Cause I was in...

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Whatever rules they make up now in twenty-twenty-one
‘Little’ Frankie tells his dad I need to have some fun
His dad said how about a pet, I’ve just embalmed a pup
But Frankie moaned I’m sorry but I...

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When Ricky Nelson said “Hello” to “Marylou” I knew - that rock ‘n’ roll was in my heart to stay,
And no one with a soul can argue Orbison and Presley aren’t among the greatest still...

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Zotëri Count Dracula
is a terrible, Transylvanian host
Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down pâté:
Fermented, sour liver compost

I know, 
because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino
said so

Vladdie’s batty bandë
campy lip sync way too much on the fly
Playing air...

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The Florida of My Youth - My Generation
By Franklin Price
10/13/2019

Was born in mid November of nineteen forty five,
Was the last of seven siblings (only four are still alive).
Four sisters and two brothers, I was to...

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from Juniper’s Daughter:                      
War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope
By Nick Armbrister


Caught Up In...

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the serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St....

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In Boo Land ...

Every gagged mouth is covered 
by a grave reeker hand
Raven black-cloaked, vomit foul specter
maniacally sob laughing
Someone’s been tilting the tomb bottles again,
tipping thru the Pet Sematary growling 

Inflicting fear is the feral...

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Sherry, The One That Got Away
By Rick Rucker

Sherry was the one that got away,
I remember her to this very day,

She was quite a winsome lass,
I was far below her class,

Her brother was a friend of...

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All My Children
by Michael R. Burch
 
It is May now, gentle May,
and the sun shines pleasantly
upon the blousy flowers
of this backyard cemet'ry,
upon my children as they sleep.
 
Oh, there is Hank in the daisies now,
with...

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"Ladies and gentlemen, direct from the bar, here's Dean!
                          ...

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today when we went to visit you 
we saw a little leprachaun visiting with you 
He was there at the gravesite sitting with you 
he greeted us so happily 
" so very pleased to meet...

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Things were not advancing much

though we hurtled across the tar;

conversation was grinding to a halt

 & that was something

 I  needed desperately  to avert.

“Ah! Yes,” he interposed quite eerily,

Having clearly read my thoughts,...

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Campfire


The steady winds blows
Across the sea to the land
We were building a tent
Right there on the sand

The sun shines so bright
With the most bluest sky
And we would stop to look
When the girls passes by

It was...

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Zotëri Count Dracula
is a terrible, Transylvanian host
Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down
fermented, sour liver compost

I know 
because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino
said so

Vladdie’s batty bandë
campy lip sync way too much on the fly
Playing air guitar...

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Henry VIII
Henry VIII king of England, he had six wives,
Half of which had rather shorter lives.
Three died, two divorced and the last was glad by far,
For she outlived him, her name Catherine Parr.

Mash
I love mash,
I...

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You’re never alone when you give a dog a home, they bring you love and companionship in a beautiful never ending friendship.
Quote- Poets own

An Ode to Frankie
Frankie is tremendous, long may he roam 
A charming...

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I thought about this long and hard
In fact I thought about it all the time
What would happen to belly button lint 
If you set the stuff on fire

I collected more than enough
Over the years to...

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Never Ending Love

Born in a cold basement on Valentine’s Day,
She grew up on newspaper and constant radio play.
She was the runt of the litter and very poorly fed,
When I first laid eyes on her, she...

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I went to a monster party,
At Castle Frankenstein;
With lots of food and spirit,
The fun kicked off at nine!

Ol' Frankie did the robot,
I stepped to a jitterbug;
The floor began to quake,
We really cut the rug!

I moved...

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