Long Fumble Poems

At once she paid a visit. In her colorful dress, so revealing and appealingly suited to her slendern torso. I to gaze the door way, mine heart pounded viciously,  a death knock. I was...

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Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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1—Milieu

Unique construction of body and mind
My niche in human pack not quickly found 
Raw young heart of a curious design
The empty mirrors for my soul abound

Subjectively a bit odd to myself
A jangled, disconnected kind of...

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A week before my senior year at Honeysuckle High School, with me our starting quarterback - who’d never failed a test -
The friend of mine who - ever since I’d barely passed the first one...

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China Tour Diary Moment #1
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KUNMING THOUGHTS


Sunday morning flight to Kunming city;
East bound to explore vignettes of China;
New vistas to sight, postcard memories;
Feast visual galore on tour agenda.

Yunnan province greets our earthly landing;
Brisk clearance and we...

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On a cold and misty morning…cloudy…dark…and gray, I woke up very early…couldn’t sleep.
I’d lain awake much longer than I usually did that night…I’d even tried that good old counting sheep.

As I read the nearby clock...

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I want to say something
to your face, to your ears
grab your carefully created structure and like an earthquake
shake you till your focus lays upon the red ball
above the echo of my words
When I tried this...

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You are now about to witness my lack of street knowledge
Straight outta lockdown,
lazy brother named THE DUDE
Formed a gang called diggers With Altitudes
Work is called off, I got a paid off
Strains getting quicker, and bodies...

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This piece explains why I never managed to get this particular poem written - 


On a cold December evening back in 1967, just before I went to bed, I heard 
a scratching noise
Coming from our...

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Aw, you're cute
Aw, was that your face?
I think I smacked your face
And gave you a bruise 
But that's old ass news

I know that I am silly Billy
I love dandelions honestly
Aw, they are so adorable
The birds...

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Thanks to Muhammad Imtiaz for allowing me to work with him to create this piece. I added a bit of fantasy to his real life experience. He was moved by seeing poverty up close in...

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Note: If you haven’t please check out part one before reading this. 
It will make more sense that way Thanks.


Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to...

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Dedicated to the Oklahoma Sooners & Saint Barry Switzer

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Fifty years, boy & man, I’ve been a Sooner Fan;
And, like others, I’ve wondered many times:
Just what is Sooner Magic?
Is it real…or only in our minds?

Sooner Magic...

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Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to avert my stare, frozen in this spot,  
captivated by an intoxicating charm smoother than Tennessee whiskey 
that hasn’t...

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I'm the topic of discussion, a lot of me is functioned
Off of the asumption that I've probably been punching
Things to harm by beating it, the gossip is percussion
But the anger pulls me in and I've...

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All That ‘I AM’ - Revisited

Let all that ‘I AM,’ yes, my pulp, seed, and cover,
from dreams long misplaced to the fears, I’m resisting
(though friends think them offal). My eye’s tears from mote
(that makes sparks...

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I’m trapped in the American struggle/ 
Surrounded in the alcoholic drug addicted jungle/ 
In my soul called soul I seem to unknowingly look for trouble/ 
Yeah am I the only one to truly see our...

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a lonely place.
It's nothing to do with that person
who asked how are you? this morning.
It's to do with staring through
fear-frosted windows
as snow sugar-sifts the street,
watching through dark windows
as firework flowers burst to bloom in a...

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The Haunted House
  
So vacuous this winding road
A rainy eve for man, not fit
As shivers course my dampened skin
My vehicle, this place does quit

When through the pines these eyes do spy
A silhouette of monstrous...

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Note: the "dd" in Welsh names is pronounced "th."

Merlyn's Birth
by Michael R. Burch

I was born in Gwynedd,
or not born, as some men claim,
and the Zephyr of Caer Myrrdin
gave me my name.

My father was Madog Morfeyn
but...

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Life flashes by in a moment of time.
Late twilight’s rose fades, the sweet songbirds leave.
Though we strive to remain in reasoned rhyme
All living will die, the joyful will grieve.
What vision can guide us? What blinding...

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You don't seem to understand
The truth I clutch in my hands
I never wanted to hurt you
I just wanted to show my virtue
It's the only thing I can do

I'm on my floor laying dead
My heart knows...

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WELL ME AND BOYS WE’RE SITTING AROUND THE FIRE,
AS ALL GOOD GEORGIA BOYS DO.
WE WERE DRINKING AND LAUGHING AND CUTTING THE FOOL,
AND COOKING SOME GOOD OLD BRUNSWICK STEW.
WELL THE NEXT THING I KNOW AND IT...

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The sun is risen, another day is here like a movement.
Eyes are meeting with a glance.World's invisible smiles.
The day break of our youth, the distance to cover from our dreams.
We sow the seed of hope...

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Early in the morn, just before the sun would rise
The scent of bacon, thick enough to burn my eyes
Crept under my door, across the sheets and into my nose
The aroma I smelt every morning before...

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