Long Gobble Poems
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Villanelles
Villanelles
The villanelle is a poetic form based on repetition, with a double refrain.
Villanelle: The Divide
by Michael R. Burch
The sea was not salt the first tide...
was man born to sorrow that first day,
with the...
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Categories:
gobble, moon, repetition, romance, romantic, romantic love, sea,
Form:
Villanelle
Poems About Regret
Regret
by Michael R. Burch
Regret,
a bitter
ache to bear . . .
once starlight
languished
in your hair . . .
a shining there
as brief
as rare.
Regret . . .
a pain
I chose to bear . . .
unleash
the torrent
of your hair . ....
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Categories:
gobble, memory, pain, remember, sad, sorrow, sorry, sympathy,
Form:
Rhyme
That Was Random
There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.
* * *
This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!
Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!
* * *
But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill?...
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Categories:
gobble, angel, death, dream, river, spring, women, write,
Form:
Free verse
Tea and Poetry In the Ides of March - Part Three
Again the alarm is set.
Strawberries, date squares…Yum, Yum.
The alarm rings again. The tea party is over.
She returns to her perch where her wings are immediately clipped by the Bald Eagle who...
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Categories:
gobble, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Barking Up the Wrong Tree
“Barking Up the Wrong Tree”
ghost gums
shed their bark
the min-min
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to
imprint and write
thoughts, like the
ripening welts of
green ants
small bites sting
subcutaneous and
meridional,
terra...
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Categories:
gobble, morning, muse, nature, night,
Form:
Free verse
Game of Cricket Is a Game of Life
Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life
It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn
Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off
Just as cricket life is simply...
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Categories:
gobble, dedication, emotions, endurance, fantasy, games, image, inspiration,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A Breathe of Fresh Air
We came upon this captivating connection
Not by force
But by rejection
People longed for your sexual expressions
But I know deep down inside that your heart was in another direction
Your heart wanted peace of...
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Categories:
gobble, absence, beautiful, celebration, cheer up, cinderella, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
A Heart Made Hatchet -1
I've never seen a baby so merry as Martha...
They say March newborns are bellwethers for blissful Springs Mary...
Hannah, Haverhill has been a hard place to call home
I'm sorry about Elizabeth's hanging,
Thomas has honored you...
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Categories:
gobble, america,
Form:
Epic
The Ever Shifting Patern of Life
The Ever Shifting Pattern of Life by
Terence David Cooper. June is wife's
name and they are Basildon, Essex,
England.
As children we learn lessons clear
Broadly defined lines we hold so dear
Constants to which we can easily...
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Categories:
gobble, allegory, analogy, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
Humanity Canteen
Humanity Canteen
My restaurant is exclusive and classy no paupers allowed though I
have to declare that I picked up the chef near the township where
on a paraffin cooker in his garden of plenty lots of dishevelment...
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Categories:
gobble, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Dem New Publicans
Light da Roman candles
for da coming Chariots of Pharaoh holiday
Dem New Publicans
be back in pyramid power
Give a Caesar Palace casino hip, hip-hooray
Happy daze are here again!
Dem New Publicans bray
dey be da common people’s friend
But...
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Categories:
gobble, parody, perspective, political, truth,
Form:
Narrative
I Was D'Politician
I was D'politician
I was once the hammer in this world,
I was the people preacher and also the politician,
I was in charge of life incarnation through teaching,
I was a man of the people who had stood...
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Categories:
gobble, betrayal, irony,
Form:
Political Verse
The Divide
The Divide
by Michael R. Burch
The sea was not salt the first tide ...
was man born to sorrow that first day
with the moon—a pale beacon across the Divide,
the brighter for longing, an object denied—
the tug at...
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Categories:
gobble, creation, light, love, moon, sea, water,
Form:
Villanelle
Ordinary Love, a Villanelle
Ordinary Love
by Michael R. Burch
Indescribable—our love—and still we say
with eyes averted, turning out the light,
"I love you," in the ordinary way
and tug the coverlet where once we lay,
all suntanned limbs entangled, shivering,...
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Categories:
gobble, love, marriage, relationship, wife, woman, women,
Form:
Villanelle
Go cast a spell of fistful rice, outcasted!
Go cast a spell of fistful rice, outcasted!
Hunger and me, a writhing unruly,
a belly, a body
Feels the gluttony, every time, an omnivorous hungry
Like a scarcity of rain turns slowly a character poem
Into an inferno,
the...
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Categories:
gobble, bangla,
Form:
Free verse
What Will Last Forever
What Will Last Forever?
I stand on the sandy shore alone, as the sun wakes up the dark skies
Yawning a salty breeze against my face
flushing pink,and blinking sleepy eyes
The seagulls squawk their blaring alarm
To be...
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Categories:
gobble, bible, introspection, ocean, prayer, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Him Or Me Pt 1 (Adult Content)
Him or me? Sweetie who's it gonna be? You have me waiting, anticipating. This
question should not have you hesitating. I've sat back and listened to you explain. Your...
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Categories:
gobble, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, nostalgia, passionme, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
***** the House of the Keeper
From the distance they could see the light.
Flickers, shinning in the still of the night.
In front all they could see was darkness,
a blackness that took over the forest.
They had been traveling for many hours.
Hungry, tired,...
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Categories:
gobble, animalshouse, voice, water, house, trust, voice, water,
Form:
Free verse
Purple Paradise
I feel my ears pop,
As the light above me increases ...
Columns of purple sunshine shimmer and dance.
I swim up out of the cool, inky blackness of the depths,
And finally reach the surface, head bobbing like...
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Categories:
gobble, fantasy, imagination, science fiction, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Because Her Heart Is Tender
Because Her Heart Is Tender, for Beth
by Michael R. Burch
She scrawled soft words in soap: “Never Forget”
dove-white on her car’s window (though the wren,
because its heart is tender, might regret
it called the sun to...
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Categories:
gobble, women,
Form:
Villanelle
Poetnumber1 Or the Baked Bean Competition
Now I don't know if you've heard
Of the Baked Bean competition
Where contestants eat as much as can
In just twenty five minutes
Up they lined ready to start
To gobble up these dishes
Standing by were huge black pots
Ready...
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Categories:
gobble, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Man's Greatest Enemy
Why, the greatest enemy of man is man
for man has subdued everything else
Fear not the tiger, fear the murderer's plan
Just hearken well to what history yells!
At times twas jingoism, at times a rancorous desire to...
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Categories:
gobble, conflict, corruption, society, war,
Form:
Quatrain
The Three Course Turkey Deal
A former Oiler once said
Staying out of debt
Give up being a bum
Fill up my son
Call yourself a titan
And go do some fighting
Years then passed
While pumping gas
This entrepreneur...
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Categories:
gobble, america, appreciation, giving, holiday, thanks, thanksgiving, thanksgiving
Form:
Rhyme
TRAINING TURKEYS
Deborah’s Grandfather was fond of saying, other than at Thanksgiving, turkeys had no worth
for he believed that turkeys were the stupidest creatures on Earth.
He told stories of turkeys innocently and ignorantly standing on the ground
and...
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Categories:
gobble, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Diary of a Child In Trinidad
I remember the land of drums I was born
bedded beneath great hanging nets;
the sound of the conch and the horn.
My blue suitcase filled...
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Categories:
gobble, childhood, home,
Form:
Rhyme