Long Gabled Poems

Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She...

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These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …



Will There Be Starlight
by Michael R. Burch 

Will there be starlight
tonight
while she gathers
damask
and lilac
and sweet-scented heathers?

And will she find...

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Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvii highlight of February 12th, 2023

Above title attests 
how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush with adventure overflowing excrement
er... rather excitement.

Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
believe me not,...

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Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvi highlight of February 13th, 2022

Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush with adventure overflowing excrement
er... rather excitement.

Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
believe me not,...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from...

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March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding hand of the supposed/purported
fairer gender, yet human race, yet hide
bound...

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Watching toilet bowl lv highlight of snowy February 7th, 2021

Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf
flush with adventure overflowing excitement.

Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
culmination of decades worth hesitation and trepidation.

Ever since garden variety generic...

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A Trite Nihilistic Occasion   

This doodling Yankee 
(boot noah dandy) 
doth newt lack chutzpah, 
tries to finagle Fitbit 
fitting figurative footwear, 
that ideally Fitzhugh 
like custom made glove snugly, 
terrifically, unequivocally matching, 
thence...

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This doodling Yankee (boot noah dandy) 
doth newt lack chutzpah, 
tries to finagle Fitbit fitting figurative footwear, 
that ideally Fitzhugh 
like custom made glove snugly, 
terrifically, unequivocally matching, 
thence handily solving Finger hut issue, 
when...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 6: EVOLUTION

Singularity
by Michael R. Burch

Are scientists confounded like the ostrich?
Heads buried in the sand, they shout, *Preposterous!*
This universe, so magical, they say,
proves there’s no God. But let’s look anyway ...

He said, *Let...

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It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber,

with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was her house. 

And driving up to park outside it,

each time...

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Whether a totally
tubular ordinary day, or...hmm...
perhaps at the
approach of yuletide,
one need not go

far and wide
across the webbed world
to experience being unified,
this quasi motto maxim of sorts
analogous to auld 

sanity clause trailguide
motivates me to 
seek if...

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Near the cold, brackish waters, wretched with bogs 
where a gust of the sea wind, lifts the veil of the fog
a rider, approaches, through the branches of trees

As his steed has a thirst, having need...

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The quiet heart departs rudimentary tasks, idle-fast in what it asks
   content as a former-charlatan, like leaf and bough,
   tree, root and earth, joined to wisdom at birth;
   it...

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Nashville and Andromeda
by Michael R. Burch

I have come to sit and think in the darkness once again.
It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . .

How nakedly now and unadorned
the surrounding hills
expose themselves
to the...

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In the dim, dank night, looming high on the hill
By a slow, somber river, deep and still
Black scribbled tree branches, beckon the stars
with bent, riddled,  knuckles, arthritic and scarred…
Here hides a mansion, imposing and...

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endowing superlative creature comforts
reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies
beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows
ready to buzzfeed toe kin homo sapiens 
bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting 
learning basic survival skills
forced to rescind...

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Reading diaries of different discussion blots is considered to be akin to perusing the top shelf of a historical library section. Each label once worn drops like stones sinking into the carpet and creases of...

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chin lightly nested atop 
loosely peopled interlaced fingers 
supported via multi purpose table 
bent arms displayed elbows cocked
  
(approximately gabled 
at ninety degree angle),
which pose frequently assumed 
when pondering what to write,

an idea spawned...

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It's winter as I view the merging between night and dawn
Frosted dew crunches underfoot as I stroll across my lawn
Around me the world is hushed and a fading star still shines
Virgin snow fell overnight, settling...

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My neighborhood is decorated with festive lights,
Large inflatable santas, snowmen, and nativity scenes
Glittering plastic icicles drip from front porch eaves,
A wide-eyed Martian would wonder what it all means.
A Frosty the Snowman, as big as a...

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Escaping into verse,
  the base of the castle rumbled,
  the ground beneath was shaken
  with new cracks inside its walls

Escaping into verse,
  all towering deception crumbled,
  as the self-anointed jumped...

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Escaping into verse,
  the base of the tower rumbled,
  the ground beneath was shaken
  with new cracks inside its walls

Escaping into verse,
  all towering deception crumbled,
  as the self-anointed jumped...

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