Long Hemingway Poems

Prelude to what…..

I see you,  /  you / yes, come into my…… 
laboratory of alchemist mystical languaging.
where arsenic spills into the whirlpool of thought 
and savage syntax shatter like glass on concrete.

Where Titans...

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Unquotable quotes: Writers – XXXVIII

     for Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra and Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoieski  
     who let not even hope sustain them and who used their...

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I. The Hour of Approach

The poem I was writing refused to end—  
it kept writing me.  
Blood didn't ink these lines—  
the ink bled me.  
Each stanza a hidden-hematoma  
across...

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Sometime we must steal and loan kisses

Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin's tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat.
Once she wanted everything and more,
now she need the Long Islands ice teas.
She was...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s...

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Der Abschied (“The Parting”)
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We embrace;
my fingers trace
rich cloth
while yours encounter only moth-
eaten fabric.
A quick hug:
you were invited to the gay soiree
while the minions of the "law" relentlessly pursue...

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LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping...

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Die Bücherverbrennung ("The Burning of the Books")
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the Regime
commanded the unlawful books to be burned,
teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires.

Then a banished writer, one...

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This is how it all started. My brother and me were watching Larry
King on CNN. It was his talk show. His special guest was Dr. Ellen
Crystall. She had written a book called Silent Invasion. It...

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Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann 
for POINT OF NO RETURN
submitted : 31/5/25
 
 THE  CHOICE

here I arrived, breath away
boldly stepped out of a 
Blue Train, not waiting for 
fellow passengers with 
tedious conversations about...

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Sanity on Colonial Road no longer exists.
The endless spiral downward still persists.
Friends have been lost, no longer exist.
Life is strange, wipe me off the list.

Have no wife, no kids, no job.
And yes, I live the...

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after riding 
with the
hell’s angels,
running for
sheriff of
pitkin county 
in colorado
(speaking on
the “freak power”
platform---from
which he swore
that if he won---he
would
tear up all the 
streets, replacing 
them with newly
sodden, “never 
take mescaline 
whilst on duty,”
and legalize all
drugs to...

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One day—
The sea will be my backyard
Every morning, standing upon the deck
Of the one called Going Numb
A “Greatest Dad” mug in one hand
My last vice burning orange in the other

I will watch the sun rise...

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I sauntered in an evening mist
   A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
      Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
         Shining city turned violet blossom
 ...

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Whatever happened with Bob Dylan and the Nobel Prize?
I remember it vaguely, for I was sailing afar
There was no response when the announcement was made
Just silence, with the door left ajar

Bob won the Prize in...

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The sober drunk

He woke up early, had fallen asleep when drunk
now, he was sober trembling hands and blurred vision 
full of self-loathing; what happened once, he had been
a little boy in the Vatican and bathed...

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STARBUCKS AND COOKIE

I sit in Barnes and Noble
Looking at the figure-display over the snack bar
Oh how out-of-place    in time    they look
Twain
Shaw
Hardy
Dickinson
Hemingway
Have read them all
Out of time
The artist has caught...

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I wanna  fall in love

Once, I was seeking the Hemingway life. Running toward war and away from love and life. Somehow I found the J.D Salinger silence. Once, bold and foolish man. Now he...

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Meeting a princess

It was, according to the old, the coldest winter
any could remember, the wise said it was because 
the war had disturbed the weather pattern
One day, it snowed, then it got mild, after that...

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growing up
my body 
stopped

sane brain
chemicals
that are in

others naturally
passed by me
completely

stopped

reflecting
because
not absorb

ing i've been
reflecting
lately on

my childhood
and misunderstood
of who i was or would

become

so many factors
in making a fact
ory made human

being by being
programmed
without yet

within but not
knowing what
is missing...

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I’ve been on death row for 29 years now. 29 years of appeals and waiting.
And you say to me, “it all must be a bucket of suffering,”  like you understand.
You don’t and you should...

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----paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling,...

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I am not the famous one. But my pain was equal to his.
He became Chekhov. I became Alfie.
The meanness of the streets that spawned us made him a literary oak, while I became the hollow...

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Big, blonde beauties
so beautiful and so pretty,
such girls of high class
drinking from glasses,
filled with the best champagne;
and smoking their fine cigarettes,
while gossiping their fine stories
bragging and spoiling on themselves.

ha! ha!

Tell me again about your big,...

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I am 70 years old…I spent a good deal of my life teaching students with Autism
I like to think I’m as enlightened as I can be…
I work in a bookstore for goodness sake…
if anyone knows...

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