Long Gallery Poems

The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of...

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Sandy Hook Call to Love
by Michael R. Burch
 
Our hearts are broken today
for our children's small bodies lie broken;
let us gather them up, as we may,
that the truth of our Love may be spoken;
then, when...

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I opened a door in the Universe 
and found myself in the gallery 
of public opinion. 
A serious debate was taking place
over Freedoms
and God given rights.

On one side several thousand people 
proclaiming Slaves have No...

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This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break.

Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a...

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They came from as far a way as New York and Dallas Texas. The class of 1981 wasn't a large class, it was the very first class of a very very private school. Their school,...

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It spread its grizzly legs on the whitewashed wall
Firmly baked in the early summer heat 
Spitting perspiration dripping from the white crisps ceiling
While I cling onto a sensational feelings
Night has casted shadows upon night
With images...

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A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway
(route 76) both heading into
(and a small number of hours later
exiting) center city Philadelphia
to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024.

Yours truly (a doodling Yankee), and the missus
went to town, NOT...

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Please come join me in spirit if not in body...
regarding my resumption 
of daily/mostly nightly constitutional

I accompany my dark shadow...
(small number of  hours 
before edge of night,
where twilight zone evokes night gallery - 
drawing...

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I woke up this morning feeling vigorous and strong 
Even though I had lost some sleep, I could still feel my heartbeat
I took a shower, and got dressed and stared at the morning sky
I gazed...

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I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I enjoyed going to school and was doing really well
Mom sang...

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"I am everywhere, I am nowhere, a shadow unchained and 
unleashed. The world made me this way, so let the world suffer."        

    ...

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I am a writing this letter with my hand, and I hope that you will understand; I want you to penetrate every word and paint them at the center of your soul.

 It's cold out...

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Damn bad reputation counts 500 plus paw whet tick stints

The following fictitious poetic vignette attempts a feeble tale of one ordinary day in life of anonymous miscreant.

"I don't give a damn 
about my bad reputation."

I...

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I woke up suddenly with a burning sensation in my back
It felt as though my whole body was on fire and literally I was sweating all over. I took off the covers to appease my...

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One hundred million miles away from home they are floating underground roaming the depths of the sea in their dark canopy. 

They are floating in the belly of the whale and are trapped beyond the...

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Bane of dyschezia

Constipation spoilt rare visit
with eldest daughter
(yesterday - November twenty sixth
two thousand twenty two)
currently housed near
Rittenhouse Square, Pennsylvania.

Less than twelve hours
after a cocktail comprising
handful of prunes,
four psyllium husk capsules,
plus three dulcolax.

Myself and missis
privy to...

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“blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation” - Unseeking Seeker   

When rays of saffron atonement  
streak through the indigo skies,  
a glitter of dawn begins  
to break over...

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I love having pointless conversations
Pointless and boring to the wrong ears
But a captivating landscape of possibility to the right ones
Me and my friends talked about a clock on a stick for about 45 minutes once...

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Poet who exhibits panache - meant...

to tickle your fancy dear reader rabbit,
perchance European G-man double agent
regarding the following poem
with kick a$$, je ne sais quois
ingenious, humorous bent
even though reasonable rhyme
mebbe worth no mo' than ten...

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Poetry, the supreme form of knowledge and expression, is the window to infinity,
Through which the soul traverses hidden, unseen, and deep realms,
Religion, science, philosophy, mathematics, art, all are but shadows of divine magic,
In delicate verses,...

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neither cleanliness nor godliness do I abide
rather yours truly doth thrive
on keeping the ethos, mythos,
and pathos of Pigpen alive
subjected to eternal
abomination, brutalization,
condemnation, damnation,
emasculation, humiliation, ostracization,
who one day envisions himself
as a decrepit solitudinarian
an aging long haired...

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I'd almost forgotten, how fondly this little hamlet
snuggles tight against the purple hills, and how State street
divides the town into two parts, like a pizza, one half a progressive present,
and the other half, the antiquated...

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