Long Glinted Poems

Various Heresies 4

I, Lazarus
by Michael R. Burch

I, Lazarus, without a heart,
devoid of blood and spiritless,
lay in the darkness, meritless:
my corpse?a thing cold, dead, apart.

But then I thought I heard?a Voice,
a Voice that called me from...

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I have a hardbound copy of
"The City of Hartford 1784-1984"
although most of this coffee table story
of unfortunate events
takes place between 1850 and 1950s,
before and after the UnCivil War,
and,
like the U.S. Catholic Church
and many MainLine Protestant...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from...

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I was rehearsing for an upcoming play, but it wasn't going well,
For I somehow lacked inspiration, and my delivery did not excel.

If only I could read more feelingly, I uttered with a sad sigh,
I would...

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Whatever rules they make up now in twenty-twenty-one
‘Little’ Frankie tells his dad I need to have some fun
His dad said how about a pet, I’ve just embalmed a pup
But Frankie moaned I’m sorry but I...

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The Room of the Unrequited
By Roger White
    That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room.  Dusk crept through the windows
smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull umbra on wall...

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III.
Christine began crying, Zack vomited,
Klaus couldn’t move as he stared at the mess,
only stammering,“W-what could do this?”
Surely no beat to which they could attest.

Then came a rustling up above the falls,
and their horror transformed into...

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day and night Blattaria of various shapes and sizes 
scuttle with incandescent 
   after glow as flashing blur rises
to fill every quarter of mine cerebral core, when asleep pries
me lids awake with shell...

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Professor Henderson did pay no heed to the call of his wife. She shrugged her shoulders as did I. The Professors wife, Abigail, she left the hole with my assistance. We had dug to the...

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So dear son,
                  A man on crutches is a broken man
       ...

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Dad lying on the bed; when he saw me, his eyes glinted.
                     He tried to...

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feeling his vitamin injection a new adventure begins
a slapstick epic of unfathomable implication here unfolds
as the rat gnawed curtain rises at Ye Bone and Gristle
among the clattering of wooden pints of bitter ale
the floor show...

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The path was long and winding; the snow falling, not making a sound.
His hands thrust deep in his pockets.
He hated being here with the wind howling all around.
His fingers clasping a golden locket.

The snow made...

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It's funny, because I've vacuumed under your bed 
a hundred times in the past two years
I've dusted the black bedside table
picked up your Scotch and Soda pants off the floor, 
still jingling with belt attached...

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Our great Balboa has left the hillock bare
And two waters converge in evening mist
Where from our vision he made us stare
As the divided dimensions rose and kiss
So sleep the sailor, so sleep the caravel
So sleep...

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`, .‘
/// // ‘`  Your Sweet Rain `’// ///
’ `’ `’`’
/// // ‘`,//// //// ///
// ‘`,//
,//'./ ·
Unquenched, my thirst cries out for your sweet rain,
for there's no other's who shall sate this thirst.
Ope wide...

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(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:) 

I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny 
it was your kitten fur voice 
O how you would hate that...
the avocado texture...

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Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down 
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips...

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A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers who cried "Hey, lend us yer bikes!"...

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A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers who cried "Hey, lend us yer bikes!"...

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I picked you up like a “shiny”…newly minted copper penny 
(How cliché)
it was your kitten fur voice  (O how you would hate that) 
the avocado texture 
with which …no matter what wild wicked hour...

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...inspired by the Dylan Thomas short story
   'Who Do You Wish Was With Us?'



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and...

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...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers. "Hey,...

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...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers. "Hey,...

Read More

...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story


A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers who...

Read More