Long Gourds Poems

Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.

There...

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Vampire Poetry

Pale Though Her Eyes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Pale though her eyes,
her lips are scarlet
from drinking of blood,
this child, this harlot
 
born of the night
and her heart, of darkness,
evil incarnate
to dance so reckless,
 
dreaming of...

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Vampires
by Michael R. Burch

Vampires are such fragile creatures;
we fear the dark, but the light destroys them...
sunlight, or a stake, or a cross—such common things.
Still, late at night, when the bat-like vampire sings,
we heed his voice.

Centuries...

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Two bails of straw, an ornament, 
                            ...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and...

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Dark Side of the Sixties

peace brother hey man i just scored some bennies it’s really far out i’m speedin like a mother wanna buy some you won’t get busted i know this cat who’s tight...

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Only on his palm were cowries
And thread-cloaked bullhorn found.
Only on his neck we found 
The  coral beads of truth and courage.
Only on  his hands lies the
Pearl of selflessness and 
Emblem of  Pedantry.
Only...

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Adjusting Appetizing Palates.
I have sampled the variety,
I am the one who has tasted life;
The one who has had a taste of life.
Rarely indulged in the main course-
Seldom a full meal-
I come hungry-
To leave satisfied...
I want...

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The Trolls of Ayeres

                         Glare the Stare that speaks in volume
...

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Some very good friends sat around in their basement
I think we've all been here before
The room of course was smokey and wasted
The four buddies were bored right out of their gourds

They all thought they should...

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Apples are the early birds
Each pink and green mixed 
Take us,  put us in place
Yes, you are welcome
Smiles the gold plated goat's horn
The twilight cat meows


I'll hold the apples
Insist the maple leaves
Oranges join them
What...

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When 
our 
stories 
shall 
be 
told 
and 
our 
chronicles 
opened:sad 
empty 
tales. 
Who 
will 
not 
spit 
and 
denounce 
such 
shameful 
tales?, 
what 
eye 
shall 
prode 
on 
it 
without 
reeling 
a 
curse.    ...

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THE DAY I VISITED GIORGIO V.
The day I visited Giorgio V.
It was poetry that received me :
Poems lined after poems
Like the military in morning parade ;
I saw words command words
I saw words send words on...

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It was really hard expressing
my artistic point of view,
When I found I wasn't crafty
in the crafts I tried to do.

I tried my hand at candling
I couldn't grasp the trick.
The candle wouldn't stand up straight
And it...

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Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient...

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Dear daughter,I know you tired,
Yeah,you think I got you fired,
You worried why I havent brought you,
To planet earth and grow you,
It isnt my fault please,
Am looking for the best mum with ease,
Who will cherish and...

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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
                        ...

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An oddly-shaped Thanksgiving bird:
   quirky 
   turkey

What we call Grandma's mashed potatoes:
   dreamy 
   creamy

How she adds volume to the main side dish:
   fluffing
 ...

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Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.” – Pedro Calderon de la Barca


  Absorbing sunlight to a green synergy
  Blends in chloroplast creating energy.
 ...

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There is no labor described as low and unworthy doing
nothing man does to earn genuine living makes one a dog
those who sit on rolling chairs and talk through wise gourds
 are brain- bees who ...

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Autumn comes, layered in dust
from summer winds
And a a drought parched earth

A path leading up to the porch is
not as welcoming as it was in May
Now overgrown with patches of thirsty devil grass
Brown and searching...

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Light a chord progression of sulphur, silver and mist
Set it serpentine and weight the tail 
Fixed upon jewel eye, begin your pass between upright columns
Dimly ribbed it clasps the shallowing shadow
Growing pale from black with...

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Bountiful goodness of squash, pumpkins and gourds decorate hay bales
Elaborate labyrinth of vines dried by August suns lean against twilight fences
Autumn colors of browns reds and oranges and a flash of yellow light the way
Uniquely...

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Serving the warrant
( By S.Jagathsimhan Nair)

Today I cry to this dry dust
Of these paths that silently merge
With the  scalded mud of these huts.
I cry in the name of all men
Who are not home as...

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My feet step in time to the great Pumpkin Stroll 
                  where gourds are like chords of a...

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