Long Howe Poems

Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy...

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Ever wonder where big ideas come from?

Memories of FDR
from newsreel clips -
a lion-headed striking man
with rakish grin,
jaw jutting proudly, 
signature cigarette holder
clenched in his teeth
tilted ever upward...
soaring to the heavens
as he cruises by
waving to admirers
in...

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

For Jack Nicklaus, at the 1987 Open
by Michael R. Burch

When you were young
every putt was makeable
and every dream remarkable; 
the stars were unmistakable
you set...

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Back in seventeen seventy-seven,
British general John Burgoyne faced hard times,
despite winning at Hubbardton, and Fort Anne,
supplies were getting very hard to find.

When word came that General Howe wouldn’t be
marching up the Hudson to meet his...

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Thar was nae richt ae laddie sair
wha heft a cave 'side Galloway,
wi' nae jaiken he griftit dare
as he was nae tae lippen tae.

Ill-naitur'd  fishwife he haud in wi',
the twa 'greed tae gang the'gither.
She haud...

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To know just where your're going

You must know where you've been

You must respect the history

The things others have seen

It's true in all things relative

Be it music, sports or life

If you don't know where you came...

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You know that summertime is gone
		when a chill is in the air
		when snow is in the forecast
		and hockey sticks appear
		when kids with toques and earmuffs
		show up on every street
		stick-handling wayward tennis balls
		on tar and on...

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Duncan was a young British soldier,
new recruit at fifteen years of age,
a good lad who followed his orders,
he was a fifer who liked to play,
his tunes directed men in the field,
the Blackwatch soldiers who didn’t...

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Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and...

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ELocution 
ELocution 
 
Diction ENglish grammer proper nouns predicates verbs learn the way the language 
works then grow up to be a poet and throw it all away today to make new words to 
make...

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Jordan was born with mild Cerebral Palsy,
But took part in the 2012 Paras at just 16,
Because he was born on 12th of October,
1996, and Rio was is second Paralympics.

“Even if you don’t like school, I...

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footnotes

im tryina finish another 20 page chapbook

this is the first part of 2 of what i got so far because its too long for 1

then sneak is thin
an inch is in
transition is trinsition

Riverside

1 The Watchtower

Embryos...

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> > 
> > A RECIPE FOR FUN
> > Author: Dennis Howe
> > February 2001
> > 
> > Take ten
> > seasoned ball players and throw
> > in a large pinch of leather and aluminum.
>...

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"Steeped" in resentment at usurious taxes, a Revolution was "brewing!"
History records that the Boston Tea Party was to be the Brits undoing!
An anguished groan was heard as barrels of tea were hurled into the sea!
Their...

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The skirmish at Bunker Hill almost became a British scandal,
Since the Yanks gave the Brits almost more than they could handle!
General Howe expected the Yanks to toss their muskets and flee,
But the Yankee rabble fought...

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Nothing that God created is dull...
harmony is found in clouds, in immense space,
in earthly landscapes, in sunrises that blaze;
if nothing stupefies us, these will!

Every sunset is splendor to believer's eyes,
happy is the mother that holds...

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A RECIPE FOR FUN
Author: Dennis Howe
February 2001

Take ten
seasoned ball players and throw
in a large pinch of leather and aluminum.
Put the mix on a dirt field in the shape of a diamond
and add some green salad...

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All things good and va-a-aluable,
all progress great and small,
all folks small and ma-a-alleable,
the Dark Lord ate them all.

Defied the constitu-u-ution
launched media attacks, 
abated persecu-u-ution,
of Mexicans and Blacks.

Colluded with the Ru-u-ussians,
told 15,000 lies,
shrugged off the repercu-u-ussions,
discredited...

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Stop. wait. no. why?
why can't i stop, i cry
I cry out your name in my dark and dismal room
waiting for you to end this gloom
inside my heart and inside my head
all i can do is...

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Catfish hashed halibutt steaks bloodied red rare...
Nothin' more to eat-I really don't care or give a 
dam. No-no-no more mistakes, Sir Sam i am
Don't give a dam flim flam.Hidey Howe and away
we must flee and...

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Never set foot on the sour howe                            ...

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It's the Motor City 
Motor Capital of the World
Fordtown 
Motown
Hockeytown

It's lying in shards
Like olden Rome 
Love among the ruins 
With an abrasive outside layer
Of exhaust looks and horrendous faces 

It's Rock City
Automobile City
Arsenal of Democracy...

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You are the anchor that holds me in place
Without you my life would be just an empty space
You are my strength when I grow weak
Inspiration I draw from comforting words you speak

I find solace in...

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Written: January 22, 2024
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I hear the wild cry as I sleep,
no roaming goats or gulls or sheep.
Tire them out, no trace of dread...

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Stones

A stone will play inside my brain
to help capture a New York mile;
roll up those sleeves
treasure among the pier
Billy toast the mall
shadows nestled above the snow
Bury me below the shore breeze
make room from the outer...

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