Long Gurdy Poems

Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the...

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Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham
There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer.
My pals and I back...

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Erotic Poems I

Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch

Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.


Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch

I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained hid-
den! 


Mini-Ode to...

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The Bachelor Spectacular
by Michael R. Burch

One heart? Tossed aside.
The other? A bride’s.
In all his great wisdom, the bachelor decides.

Eeenie, mean-ie, mine-y, mo’,
one gal must stay and one must go.
If she hollers? That’s the show!

No heart...

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Limericks VIII plus one Lead-In Poem



Updated Advice to Amorous Bachelors
by Michael R. Burch

At six-thirty,
feeling flirty,
I put on the hurdy-gurdy ...

But Ms. Purdy,
all alert-y,
kicked me where I’m sore and hurty.

The moral of my story?
To avoid a...

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The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
            The King dares not defend her.
The Horsemen, holding broken...

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Jupiter Joy Juice/ A day in the life of the twilight zone

Pulling off of the main road, the two ladies were interested in the odd looking space craft thingy atop a small structure.  A...

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Glitterin' gold wuz struck along Alder's Gulch in eighteen sixty-three!
Potential prospectors came frum as fer away as Knoxville, Tenn-o-see!
Hordes uv soiled doves and gamblers migrated to the Gulch as well,
Along with platoons uv ruffians and...

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I wonder what it looks like from below in the icy liquid gloom
Our legs flying, invisible bicycle spinning, arms turning
Keeping only barely above the water, our ears and chins dripping
Our hearts pounding, perhaps like the...

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Down the faithful brick stones he goes with his favorite monkey Spiff
through the alley where twilight glints soon turn from pinkish to gold
beneath a yawning sun. Bringing forth a new day, Tee Hee the nonpareil...

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Come walk with me
in this wind littered park,
please don't kick the skimpy rose bushes,
God is everywhere watching,
lipreading your foul words.

We can be romantically attached
to our thoughts,
share, collaborate,
speak each other's words before
we know we have.

Pond life...

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Silent horses 
Shiny coats
Faded dull
Wait in an empty carousel.

Once they were ready to charge
Dependable and brave
Rows of wooden horses mounted on posts
Moving up and down 
Galloping to the accompaniment of 
Gypsy music
On wings that could...

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In cold winters, water spates into sculptured ice;
opaque embodiments frozen in motion.
Art almost living, as it creaks and crests,
tumbling toward some other birth.
Lovers come here, drunk teenagers,
and just drunks.
Empty beer cans roll or fill with...

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The Leiermann

(to be spoken or sung to Schubert's The Leiermann)

Here, before the bustling market,
Stands the Leiermann; 
Fingers always dancing, 
Though the air is chill.

Bright dressed, he smiles
And says hello,
But few look into his eyes,
Or mutter...

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Ancient scribes scratch their quills
to a perfectly illiterate God;
so the words sometimes get ugly.

I plug-in my neuronal soul
try to say something not yet uttered,
not a scrambled re-hash,
from a dyslexic troubadour
or blind hurdy-gurdy man.

Let those ten...

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