Long Hilt Poems

How dare you desecrate the Capitol with urine and feces!
Even filthy pigs refuse to defecate near their own dwelling place.
How dare you flaunt confederate flags, grim reminders of our bloody history, 
Alongside swastikas, hate symbols...

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Brave Shadow Mane


Falling free at a tremendous velocity
Cursing my decision for acting in haste
Through clouds and frozen rain I could not see the ground
Losing consciousness, in my mouth blood I could taste

Now this was indeed...

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Of Ghosts and fiends in Twilight, Cont.


A thought flashed in my mind from the old tales told
The lore of the beast and I had felt his foul breath
I had seconds to act or be devoured...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Three of Three


There came hammer knocking on the back door
As Poe was acting out pitiful moans
Raven thought, could this be from Hell's dark shore
Another beast hearing anguishing groans
Then...

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Reversals of Fortune
I. Most think luck’s just what happens, though love groks luck’s seized
by each seed that sticks (somehow) in less stone-filled ground
(which its siblings blow off or press past). That’s less luck
to my brain...

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You wonder how our love has died
It’s murder...by MY hand
A Crime of Passion’s what it is
I hope you understand

I spilt the blood of dying love
Put sword in to the hilt
And now I wear my mourning...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant...

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Norse Mythology, Return Of The Slayer Of Dragons

( Part One, Darkness Arrives)

I - (THE PLEA)

Slayer of weak beasts, ravager of torn breasts
Darkness from East, dragons its armored crests
What hero dares to slay this foul evil
What...

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Moods Colors
My moods are most confusing
Viewed from the outside
Borne aloft on potent waves
Of Emotion's tides
I struggle against the current
Surrender all control
Drowning in the waters
As the cold enters my soul
My moods must be confusing
And it must...

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Venerated paternal puissant prophet...

His buzzfeeding spirit jump started
and kindled eternally his uplifting karma,
thus I present genuine psalm
remembrance of things past hallelujah!

Lemme automatically shift figurative gears
and apprise thee dear reader,
when a series of irreversible unfortunate events
accelerated...

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My dreams became galling
To my fratricidal brothers
My father's favor appalling
Birthed from different mothers

"The master of dreams is coming."
Down the cistern they tossed me
Their plan to kill me numbing
My dreams engulfed in irony

Reuben discouraged their plan
They...

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Poetic paean to papa's princess

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife....,

whose piercing deliverance,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,
(especially after dirty deeds done... 
generating thunderstruck ac/dc current
hmm... maybe due comeuppance 
being scammed to the hilt)
suspicion...

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Figurative paralysis laid waste body electric of mine

This is Spinal tap 
bamboozling, binding, bleeding, bombing...
ripped from every dog eared 
and book marked page
recounting latest ill fated fiasco, 
now peppering my life and hard times
causing quite...

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Warning: Barely Closeted Monsters Lurk Here!

Religious freedom’s what’s at stake! True monsters wage this war!
God’s told THEM (1) just when life begins (so faith that differs SIN)!
My Bible does not say, does yours? Raise hands...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part V

Just Smile
by Michael R. Burch

We'd like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard, 
ripped off by...

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Three Ice-Dragons of Zaath, are faring South,
They strip the landscape barren of all Love.
Each holds a lifeless Champion in its mouth,
Each imitates the wolf, and mocks the Dove…

Beware their icy maws, their shepherds’ clothing,
For they...

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An Awakening, From Darkness Into The Light

As I walked the flame danced in my mouth
I wearied yet the earnest spirit flew.
I a poor lad born and raised in the South,
Had nurtured the anger until immense...

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Ever the gracious recipient of largesse!

Estrangement swiftly harries stylishly tailors
mine psyche courtesy family of origin, plus
eldest daughter, whose doth rage against this
human machine, albeit yours truly, beatle
browed, black crows, foo fighter (biological
daughter), a presumption aye...

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Venerated puissant prophet kindled karma - hallelujah!

Higher power our prayer for vehicle addressed
courtesy deliverance kindred lady luck,
we (the missus and me) blessed,
whereby each our expanded bosom 
nearly burst forth

(think analogous stuffed to hilt treasure chest)
managing...

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Endurance is not of your nature,
Solidity glides in wavering motions upon my pitiful neck,
Now brazen silver does linger,
Trite lance, ravenous knife does make one last,
Sorrowful trek...

I know you'll adore each compassioned endeavor,
And your canvas lay...

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In the dark days of fighting hence
The Heartstone endured its' greatest peril
The power of magic on the battlements
Vanquished the wraiths
Knights fought and won
 
The arm, severed
clutching the sword
Fell into the Wraiths' black mist
It never hit...

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Take me Away, Alive or Awake
by ~CrimsonSmolder

In the lands of consumption 
On the edge that is so narrow 
Take me away; alive or awake 
Take me away; by force or compulsion 
Oh malicious being you..
Capture...

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Far as the (ease) 
severely myopic eyes can see,
nothing but polluted atmosphere
where skull and crossbones
memento mori betokens beware,

especially with increasing chronology
mortality becomes crystal clear
existential crisis yours truly didst despair
not so much death itself, but failure
(inadequacy)...

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Born into the lap of loneliness
Adam paced restless up and down
God knew he badly needed a mate
And willed the solitary man, a companion
Nonpareil in beauty and grace,
God wanted her to be the marvel of marvels
With...

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