Long Gibbering Poems

These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...






Beast 666
by Michael R. Burch

“... what rough beast ... slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”?W. B. Yeats

Brutality is a cross
wooden, blood-stained,
gas hissing, sibilant,
lungs gilled, deveined,
red flecks on a...

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Various Heresies 2

You
by Michael R. Burch

For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.

For thirty years You would not open to me;
You remained...

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(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)

Can forgiveness mend, a childhood, 
fractured in the dark? 
Where the scars are a map, etched, 
not just in...

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Guarded by towering hills on the East 
And flanked by the Arabian Sea on the West
With its easterly shore of stretching sandy swell 
That lulls the restless waves to sleep, 
There is a land, my...

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No one seemed to take much note at first.
Old-timers on park benches passed a comment or two,
Somebody wrote a letter to the local rag,
but no one (who mattered, that is)
really seemed to mind.
Of course, you...

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Surrounded by tranquil turquoise waters,
Guarded on sides by oceans three,
In the east by the Pacific,
On the south by the Celebes Sea,
And on the west by the south China Sea, 
There is an archipelago on the...

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Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea treading water donned with bib
(that doubles as yellow
spongy bobbing life jacket)

furiously doing doggy paddle
riding the next tidal wave
hoop fully washing me ashore to...

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I once wrote about fear and sorrow being that which kills us in prison
I was wrong and I was right about both, 
They do kill us
They do ruin us, 
They do give birth to despair...

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I am a drunken pen, or at least thats what they call me in the betting shop at 4.55pm on a Saturday afternoon. Kept deep inside the cavity of a old polyester jacket to converse...

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Death of The Half Monkey King      ( for my friend Neil Lloyd )

Cave men half human monkeys 
Sat gibbering and snarling
Perched all around his garden wall
Bestial vandals waving sticks and...

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A long time ago, somewhere cozy I know,
under bright fire glow, my mind got blown.
PSYCARNIVAL, the place to be, where I found me looking at me,
I'm now the place to be, me and me are...

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Suddenly from somewhere
A street urchin-
An untamed bird of the wider sky
Dropped down
Into the circus tent
Before him was unfurled
Scenes eerie….awesome!!

Roaring lions and tigers,
Gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
Animal tamers and acrobats,
Artists balancing on poles
Swinging from bars to...

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An ABC Menagerie  

“A” is for apples and animals like ants.
“B” is for baboons with bright blue balloons. 
“C” is for the circus clowns calling big cats.
“D” is for a dozing doggies dreaming delights.
“E”...

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Those heavenly bodies,
they'll rend your mind to ribbons.
It's true;
But first, you must be willing to play the part.
Only the blind, deaf, dumb, and pious need apply.
You'll sit in your padded seat, nodding.
So sad, it's true,...

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Metallic city howls like a wounded animal
scraped by nocturnal vigils
of grandchildren and elders
emaciated like tuberculosis lungs
gasping from chug-chugs of tobacco soot...
and the face of a night is hammered by
ripped moans like plucked strings in motel...

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We treaded beneath the harvest moon
cursing the viper beneath the hideous act
that had left a man gibbering "Ave Maria",
too frightened to predecease his age mates
he lay lifeless on his death bed
a cosy platform made of...

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The Manxome little Minx
Stood beneath illustrious Boa-bob tree
She scratched her left butt cheek
With grazed grass stained knees

Stared pon the ghostly forms gibbering with fear
That Nancy (her name) might manhandle their ears
And drag them petrified, within...

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In Addition To Carpenters Get Resurrected
 
"Yet each five seconds worldwide
a child dies,
with a few children even dying in Pain --
slow."
-- The History of Humankind
(not told at Mommy's knee)
 
*   *  ...

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from the book WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT -
MORE MAD POEMS AND VERSE BY NICK
By Nick Armbrister
 


Zuni
I'm the defective detective.
I marvel at the whiteness of frozen snow.
Left right upper leg.
Do you like beer?
No I like...

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Nestled here beside you, night fell without a single care,  
though pins and needles may soon claim arm's clutch.
Precious time all mine, drunk on the smell of you so near,
would stay beside 'til last...

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I've learnt so much
But stood so still

The love and peace
Of what's good
The hate and chaos
Of what's evil

Unable to move
To do all that
Has to be done

Alone in a solitude sanctuary
Facing the outside
Half dead, half alive

I'm in...

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No, 
not I,
I see clearly through
the rotten wedding veil,
clogged by cake turning stale,
framed by arachnid pageboys;
I see cracks on pale pink lacquer,
on the mannequin face below,
eyes mad and staring, aglow,
the sick dead holes of eyeless...

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When panthers prowl and lions stalk,
the lone wolves howl and parrots talk.
The bee hives hum and wild boars snort;
the grouses drum; the deer cavort.
And as geese cackle, small hares peek.
They see a jackal, squeal and...

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Can a moon fit in a ladle? No. Can a white ball explode a street? Yes. It is the will of the entwined serpent symbol to eradicate lives in a global swoop. Much planning. Quarterisation...

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Hitting your thumb with a hammer
Is liable to make you curse
But stubbing your unprotected toes
Is likely to make you swear even worse

You feel such a bloody idiot
For being so stupidly clumsy
As you moan and writhe...

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