Long Gallop Poems

State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that doesn't always recognize the artists or their work. 



Come Down
by...

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Sonnets LXI-LXX

Erin
by Michael R. Burch

All that’s left of Ireland is her hair?
bright carrot?and her milkmaid-pallid skin,

her brilliant air of cavalier despair,
her train of children?some conceived in sin,

the others to avoid it. For nowhere
is evidence of...

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Poems about Poems IV

The Toast
by Michael R. Burch

For longings warmed by tepid suns
(brief lusts that animated clay),
for passions wilted at the bud
and skies grown desolate and gray,
for stars that fell from tinseled heights
and mountains bleak...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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This page shows my writing process and is part of Poetrysoup's first workshop.  The workshop's intent is to reveal how revision strengthens a poem. Constructive feedback can be a gift.  Should any journal...

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Legacy accompanied with inadequacy DESPAIR RING
uninvited GUESTS linkedin as the themes of mein kampf.

Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer
avails left and right alm
seeking succor Out Of Human Bondage
invisibles shackles bind head,
shoulders, knees and...

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Glory to thermodynamics in general...

and generation of heat in particular
cuz yours truly 
spoiled with trappings 
of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine 
to dwell in a self sufficient domicile,
where thrum of the central heater...
automatically activated 
upon...

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Poems about Poets VII

Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch

for Alfred Dorn and Anita Dorn

Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.

Teach us to sing...

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His reverie ended as he was brought back to reality when he stepped into a patch of deep fresh snow and promptly fell face down in a hollow on the leeward side of a boulder....

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and spoils of Western Civilization.

Thrum of the central heater...
manually activated upon advent of twilight
(since yours truly not resident within "smart home"),
nevertheless warm cockles and muscles
appreciate basking, and luxuriating,
within climate controlled environment,
whether bone chilling deep freeze...

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(continued previous part 1)

The duke then: “Tell now: of others indeed
Some Latin among sinners do you know 
Behind pitch?”. And he “I  had to secede,

It’s not much, from one who near had to stow.
I...

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Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms
seeking succor asper Somerset Maugham.

Mom mee whiz able to sic cure human bondage,
boot metastatic carcinoma snatched such balms
when tethered in utero umbilical connection,
etched bromide, which...

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Whistle train, off in the way

                             ...

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Taking a nap became super busy and hot
What could become of the dream she got?
Keeps coming back to hunting eyes' jot
Viewing afar her possible lot
Maybe or not would be as plot
Or probably weird off frank...

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*  to the tune of Darryl Braithwaite's
   beautiful timeless tune, On The Horses *


       ... You've been pulled... 
       Further...

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Love and Gratitude
                                ...

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First let us take our friend the horse
a noble creature who serves us well
supplying us with a source of good compost 
ferrying us here and there in fine style
pulling carts and carriages with aplume
carrying riders...

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Excitedly we travelled to the fair.
   As fragrant scents of flowers filled the air.
   Dawns gift of light showing sights enthralling.
   Dewdrops mirror, broken pearlstrings falling.
   Sunshine...

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I was given to the D’Mangos as a wedding present; I was silver, sparkly, and pretty full of myself. I have survived two children, a family brawl, a window peeker, a couple of heartbreaks, one...

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"You walk away from this disaster unscathed, whilst I
stand next to the wincing tulips that battle Apollo's snapping frost.
Beneath the tweeting birds, unaware of the destruction below,
I stand still. Like a statue. In the spot...

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The ceremonial guard,
in splendour, they gallop across Badicha,
the people atop the walls loudly cheer,
the knights regaled in shining armour,
they ride so proud,
the cheering does quickly desist,
they now watch the Dark man and Turvehr.
The Dark man...

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All factors begin to come together,
deep within this song of Alahsar,
The Dark Man and Turvehr,
they are come upon the earth,
the storm begins to dissipate, 
the sky becoming light,
a mother calls no more,
the thunder is gone,
silence...

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Jacobean style commentary from a callous calling card is a hazardous form in patterned growth fallout. When economically developing a cheesecake upon vast factory floors always be alert to the mindsets of machinery as it...

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CAR  LIFT Story Poem

                 Once went to river side to watch twilight.
      ...

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