Long Hocks Poems

Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of devotion
has felt the winter hoar
and shed her dress;
companionless,
she shivers—nude, forlorn.

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The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All the store fronts were decorated; it was a colourful sight...

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These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …



Will There Be Starlight
by Michael R. Burch 

Will there be starlight
tonight
while she gathers
damask
and lilac
and sweet-scented heathers?

And will she find...

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The Quality of Mercy.
A mouse doesn't ask for mercy from a cat. It can't meow the syllables.
Though its stomach is full, the cat,being unacqainted with mercy, 
will toy with a mouse. 
Does the tiny heart...

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You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right,
Who could have...

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Indignant, his head hung low, eyes glassy, all he has is his memories.
Within the pain he can no longer tolerate, within the hundreds of enmeshed bodies…
Stinking and rotting.
All he has is his memories.
Escaping the frightful...

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Thank you for today, live and gleeful,
It's about the baby full of youth,
Born somewhat not the portal,
Although a star signed by truth.

Given to many, not just a few,
Shepherd common attended him,
Valid by the magi with...

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Axe the old Don, a trump peter n piper
   of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
ha air brushed pompous arse
   Sunkist in Macy's window 

   then like a jackal...

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A family of nine sisters, none named the way the names could have fit.
They started out with three flowers, and thought it wise to continue it. 
Our last name so plain, Daddy argued. Daisy, Fern...

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Swapping and siphoning off layers upon layers of antique sprays is very very basic.  Antelopes occasionally make brick a brack piles to occupy even the most dormant of cloths. Opiniated eagle ducks soar above...

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(alternately titled one me silly more till manufactured 
from go win addle American 
non refundable private parts) 

each set of twenty three chromosomes 
the basic biological building blocks
of life came out cervix 
when second hand...

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Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux...

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Raw pain cries, from inside out. 
The frozen nighttime rain continues 
With a whispered willow’s throw; 
Dangling verbs, wording their amusement.
Black sheath ever marching, 
Grown to cover blankets, toys, 
And sparkling noise
Provided for our elders,...

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Clear skies, children’s laughter, old lawn chairs line the street, people wearing giant shamrocks,
Leprechaun leggings, rainbow shirts, fluffy green skirts trimmed in white lace, the smell of ham hocks.
Excitement mounts, people crane their necks, for...

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Standing in the ankle high emerald green grass of my 
great-aunts property barefoot, hearing the creak of wood
on steel.
My daughter and husband are in the house napping, dreaming tenderly about sweet things. 

Creak, crick, creak,...

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Message tip
She walked into the room
And people noticed her trance.
She choose her own seat 
As the people next to he started to stand.
They asked
“Was she lost, or confused in anyway”?
She simply replied 
“no, I’m just...

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NOT A HERO

A crimson cape of solid color,
with a sordid lupine history.

A young lass stood out — in a forest,
decked in browns and grassy greens.

He appeared in a long fur coat, a handsome
and charming guy,...

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A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring. 
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.

C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who...

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They were on the summit of the hill as if poised in a portrait.
The breeze ruffling the stud's forelock and mane as he arched his head
responding to the reins he moved on as his rider...

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Soul Food
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I whisper your name

                Feel the familiar soothing sounds and rhythms

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I feel your essence with each breath of air
      In thoughts throughout the day...
           People who come this way
Other times...

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OXY-OX
Author: McCuen 
Word count: 36
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Would you care to partake in some breakfast cheese,
and what of bread, butter and tea? 
Lords and ladies gorge themselves 
Perhaps another meal at ten or twelve

Feasts of many with food of plenty, 
and a...

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Miss Garner, Miss Garner. I HATE your Gymkhana,
I loathe every second it's run.
I dread all those horses and obstacle courses,
and everyone else having fun.

Now Mummy is frantic, the panic gigantic;
my pony won't go in the...

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