Long Furrow Poems

These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems about the earth, climate change, global warming, extinction events, and mankind's role on an endangered world ...



Polish
by Michael R. Burch

Your fingers end in talons?
the ones you trim to...

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Neigh say being  corralled & cult shod 

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I 
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering, 
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, 
yet vilified...

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Platitudes of Exactitude

Platitudes of exactitude redefining my whole attitude 
Don’t want to seem rude but I can’t help but conclude 
That the truth will protrude 
From a form that just wants to be misconstrued 

Everything...

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Written: December 04, 2024, For Contest, Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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A grimacing goon
in a destructive drug-driven delirium 
faces...

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Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top...

spry buck analogous to energizing bunny 
jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus.

Home on the range 
cacophony quite absurd
PlayBoy Bunny herd
and felt ingratiatingly inured,
nevertheless colony or nest 
of doe eyed demoiselles 
stewed over...

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Regretting Cake Takes Two

Rachael looked sheepishly like a hawk in disguise claws clenched meticulous sharpened
yet hidden her sullen face pressing wrinkled no motion frosted lips the icing on the cake
It had meant to be such...

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As a submissive and passive lad...

and boyish looking sexagenarian
with similar disposition,
I revel(ed) reading in general
(and spent carefree idle summer days
squirreled away with tomes
of posthumous authors)
buoyed aloft in seventh heaven
courtesy the treasure trove of books
occupying shelf...

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Lay down your old ink pen...
Rise from the table...
Push back your chair.
Gather them all up...
Put them out of sight now...
Place them safely in the cupboard 
Bare.
Wrapped in stiff brown paper,
Strung tightly together
With thin white string;
Turn...

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Harold the Hugh Hefner carrot top buck

Ruled his hare'm 
nsync with trumpeting Donald Duck,
(loud enough to arouse Daisy),
the former cartoon character,
a pensive searing black kind Roebuck
heir to a fortune hauling trash and rubbish,

whereby dust bunnies...

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Before it starts, I know the end,
But my heart still makes me go.
Into the depths of the throbbing dark,
Where strobes flash and minds run slow. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
I clutch the alcohol: my only chance.
Boom!...

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I run from memories, stained in enough felony
After a failed choreography to budge up new colony
To annul life, yet live the same life pieces harmony
Quick succession of bolding and evanesce jeopardy 
In confusion.

Constantly nudged, freely...

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In the North American elections
That we could call  erections “made in USA” 
How many Republican brays have won a government
Losing with great sorrow other democratic brays.
After the greeting between a very stupid donkey
And another...

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Texture is nature's and life's universal adornment.
Texture titillates and tantalises the senses,
adorning the smooth, flat and boring
with bumps, context, meaning, dimensions and grip.

See me, hear me, touch me, smell me, taste me -
all get embellished...

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In a windswept vale the tree had spread its branches
Its shale like trunk defined by weather had many wounds
One in particular had hollowed inside this stanchion
Braced against pervading skies and silk-watered lagoons
So clearly defined a...

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dare not say how you excommunicated me from your life
a spoken word became as absent as bones in a sharks body
a smile which once created smiles now creates eternal strife 

the way you spoke French...

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I looked up at a silver moon 
Peering through a cloud of misty gloom 
As we sailed across the Atlantic Sea 
That fateful night in June 
 
And as I stood upon the bow 
A...

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Fast steady steps but not sure where to go
Strong sturdy arms but ready to give in
Warm playful gaze with a hue of sadness
A cursing tongue 
capable of sweet innocent promises
Wrap me in your arms
Hide me...

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Adumbrated aeration regarding...

crafting reasonable poetic rhyme 
nothing to sneeze... at chew
asthma lingua franca – 
acts as supercalifragilisticexpialidocious glue
inspiring me to skip to my loo,
and ye to play altruist gist
imagining how and why I still rue
cashing...

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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal...

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*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.

Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative

Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping...

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We can’t go out so what to do?
How do we spend our time?
Imagination, racing thoughts
My brain on overtime.

There’s gardening, painting, DIY
Non urgent jobs to do,
They’re boring and predictable,
I need stimulus, tried and true.

That lazy dog...

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OLUPONNA: MY LAND AND TERRAIN.

Oh my mother land; wealthy in soil
To my grip held so highten; not soiled
So cultured and nurtured in legendary 
To a land whose worth is never lost in form

Will I soon...

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After papa succumbed
to congestive heart failure
October 7th, 2020 yours truly
neglected fulfilling promised score.

I did shirk maintaining bond
with youngest sister
who when a boy especially fond
regarding said sibling
whereat myself and and Shari Todd
played cat and mouse
chasing each...

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1.)
Gutter bed for a hope held ransom, 
Three bottles opened, 
Drunk reflections of my mirror got me feeling handsome. 
Can’t go a day. 
I can’t go a day without a glass handful of rum. 
Funny...

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