Long Gelatinous Poems

Completing the Pattern
by Michael R. Burch

Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here?among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes,...

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Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in...

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"The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads"



Words these days are seldom Red
like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan,
sentences are scattered, stuck in Go Nowhereland,
semi-solid, immovable coagulating gelatinous, turning dark...

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Everyone nose, especially Al R. Gee, I haint no otolaryngologist

Nonetheless this bard arse 
videre licet punster mocker feels gratitude
courtesy Kaitlyn Gilsenan, PA-C
a moost deal height full medical technician
without cerumen eye zing
September 27th, 2024 'ere
and thank...

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I once walked into my backyard
and found two slugs mating in a bucket
I had just learned how slugs go about mating, 
or trust-I would have been rightly confused

Here hangs a long line of slime, almost...

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Sy Roth - 3 Poems
12/17/20130 Comments
 
Picture
Silence

I’ve dreamt often that she crept deep
Into my cellular structure, 
Some time in the nightfall of my being
And planted deeply into my mitochondrion,
A magical silence pill,
Drowning the kittens of...

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Everyone nose, I haint no otolaryngologist

Nonetheless this bard arse feels gratitude
courtesy Laurence V. Cramer, D.O.
without cerumen eye zing
May 17th, 2022 'ere
and thank dog guardian angels,
who find me continually blessed
regarding audiological sense to hear,
whereby faculty sound...

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Coiled up for winter slumber it had rested the budding pledge

Soil still moist the promise is waiting for blossoms and sedge

To give host to migrating birds returning from busy regeneration

A miracle planted by knowing creation...

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There is a vicious, ground-dwelling creature
Burrowing into my skull,
Maybe a mole,
It doesn’t matter.  What matters is
My head is cracked and pillaged.
Instead of gray matter, it’s full of snot
And mucus; it’s crevices drip,
And no matter...

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My friend has gone shopping for chicken stock.
I miss her so much.
The drapes are drawn
I have to see, cannot be closed in
I miss my outer side so much.

Outside, last winter’s trees are clutching a few...

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Sojourner to far-flung climes;
When you return,
Will you remember the evening songs
Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree?
Will you still remember the fame of the great hunter
Whose courage put the forest sprite to flight?
Earning him the...

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Sojourner to far-flung climes;
When you return,
Will you remember the evening songs
Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree?
Will you still remember the fame of the great hunter
Whose courage put the forest sprite to flight?
Earning him the...

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Flan
 
The perfect dessert for me.
For it has the perfect texture , so consistent throughout.
It's gelatinous yet doughy body that is so sweet to the soul , tongue and mouth.
So beautiful and understating  just...

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use ...

choose ...
the hues of blues
blacks, whites - news
a day-old bruise that lies like torment

under the skin, thin, to squirm and tickle
itching, twitching to send you the fickle reminder
the daily, hourly, minute-by-damn-minute message
vestiges of the...

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Keep A Good Eye Out

A perfectly good socket, void, a vacancy, where an eye should be
Was a glaring hole of emptiness
Located somewhere above the chin and nose
About the region of the upper head and face
The...

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I Hate Cottage Pie!

I hate cottage pie.
It sits under lights gelatinous and unappealing,
Its smell pervades my brain and hits my throat already thickened by grief.
The duplicitous potato, pretending to offer the ill and injured a...

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In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade.

Each mortal she ensnares, a lugubrious, ghoulish spectacle unfolds, as if...

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Shards of distress pierce me
when probing memories for
     purpose in mournful
deeds; stingy cords dangle
from teetering curtain rods,
     begging me to pull.

Macaroni starch drips into the
sink in slow drips, marching
     along with pattering
pings in the tin basin, making
my yellow...

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With light might they sparkle

Karst Experiments which labors and
Chores
Might there mindfulness to produce
For who adores
Folk of value to stem and stern
Together in the name of science which
Lessons learned.

They wanted to create
A stone
A beautiful stone
One to...

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depression in the other pillow is deep
	your head
	is a hot air balloon
i wish you’d be there when my hamster dies
	my heart
	is locked up, whirring
photo paper scrunched by anguish
	your eye
	invisible from fold line
i lay out my...

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Cribbar



I stand on the precipice,

I drink her eagerly from atop the raw stone.

Her jaws split open in bursts of pure, vicious foam around the feet of civilisation;

I stand caught between worlds, my soles firmly planted...

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the outline of the silhouette suggests a torso 
but a torso is not a man
the concentric circle emerges from the surface of the lake 
and the insect revolves in the center
if the air had consistency...

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If you were to embrace me one moment,
I would melt in the fissures of your throbbing prestidigitation
My heart would dare not let me see the poison you excrete
My mind would make excuses, to be in...

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The autonomic response seeks a trigger
within familiar brainwave states of being
to toss aside the conflict of conscience
inherit behind the valor of mortal peril.

A batting eye or moistened lip sends
corpuscles on a dance of endorphins
pattering in...

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Nasty old man of privilege sneaks onto the morning meadow dawn
Accumulated wealth passed on from dad is immeasurable
And that which makes him too cheap to shop
A feathery delicacy is what he is after
Hobbling with Aqualung...

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