Long Hurtle Poems

A Stolen Memory
A Mirthful Chorus
By Sy Roth 


We surrounded him 
Asked to let go.
She stared at the misshapen face,
Unshaven sandpapery skin 
Eyelids a tabula rasa
Fluttery sere skin
And we could see the humor blossoming in his...

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The ride to the country is uneventful
Except that I feel a little like
A man riding inside a cannon ball.
Yuliya's father Igor drives
I'm also up front (the honored guest)       ...

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Across figurative and literal blackened white board...

Where death of democracy writ large,
nevertheless psychological strength predominates
unlike earlier chapters of mein kampf.

Mine hardscrabble existential debacle 
spelled losing game
swept me up in malevolent mindset 
far adrift from harbored...

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Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with...

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Children's Poems VI

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Springtime Prayer
by Michael R. Burch

They'll have to grow like crazy,
the springtime baby geese,
if they're to...

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The mind, a wilderness and untamed 
A place of unknowns and darkened woods 
A battleground where ambitions are drained 
And life plays out in the most uncontrolled goods 

As a student, I fought through the...

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The mother dodged most of it; some connected and singed her hair. A shriek was the reply. As was a return spell. The air glowed red and shimmered. Mother Goddess didn't wait to see if...

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Watching from the corner, in her ‘Speedy’ ice cream van
While armed and hooded villains carry out their wicked plan
They rob the bank and make off just as quickly as they can
But Speedy does a wheelie...

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I can't forget the time I spent
Putting out the fires
Though I try my best, I never do
No matter my desire

I go to sleep and try to think
Of nothing but my wife
But I lie in bed,...

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This night, I am trapped behind a face. 
My eyes are barred with tears that blur 
the look in them I would like so much for you to see.
I try a different face, one that...

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It’s difficult
To contemplate
My F8
A sad ending to relate
A psychological way
To masturbate

As I progress
Thru my allotted years
I face and analyze
My internal fears
And shed somewhat regretful tears

Of not doing that or this
Reminiscing
Of what did I miss
As I...

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Come and fly with me in my Gothic Black airplane, 
count to ten as we loop the loop, call my name and see the sky as I do.
Six hundred miles an hour roll upside down...

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There's four ninja turtles
Cleaning up the streets
Trained in the art of ninja karate-e
They hide down in the sewers
Watching for criminals
Could it be for real or is it April fools




Teenage mutant ninja turtles
Six foot dudes they...

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He remembers when his many bolts
weren't ringed in rust,
and his seams weren't blackened
with years of grime and dust.

The post upon which he sat
was gray and weathered now,
and had become just slightly
west of plumb somehow.

The screw...

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Drones abound the London sky 
Search lights stray and flick to something and nothing
The bicycle dings its bell every sixth house 
As the warden swishes his front tyre left and right up the empty evening...

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I lift and rise to being chased,
pops half-way, till full, beamed round-faced,
a fire host heightened its facade,
casting daylight shadows abroad.

Cool Earth plunged hot by its keeper,
heat courses like the Grim Reaper,
smiles at darkness to wait...

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I ‘m missing him like we miss  that lost tooth till the gum heals.
I ‘ve been in the dentist’s chair
Had the anaesthetic but  still  felt the tug  and force.
And the dentist...

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The Predicament of Kolkata’s Bus Commuter

Two dozen perspiring commuters are wearily waiting for the bus,
Exasperated because of the delay and frustrated due to the rush.
The rickety contraption rumbles to a halt on the potholed bumpy...

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Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
  ...

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Our wall clock chimes midnight
You’re still frolicking away from home
I cry rivers of tears in the wee hours of the night
As dreams we once shared away they roam 

Far, far, far away to a distant...

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We hurtle down the last few hundred feet 
of steep lavender lined cobbled slope 
shaded by majestic umbrella pines - around
a last hairpin turn and there they are:

The blue-white Pampelonne beaches, of St Tropez.
Their indecent...

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Canaries
By LoLa

The afternath of crossing paths
The war that waged; our demons’ wrath
Our minds intwined in broken trust
The dawn of fall; a slave to lust

Weapons turn from phaser to stun
Countless trials we shouldn't have won
savagery done;...

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ABC-THE OCEAN'S ALLURING COLOR

The ocean's alluring color
may appear to be aqua or blue;
it changes with the density of light,
and all its dazzling beauty it can endue
to make an amazing sight!


ACROSTIC--HOW BEAUTIFUL!

Hurtle as agile seagulls do...

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First Steps
by Michael R. Burch

for Caitlin Shea Murphy

To her a year is like infinity,
each day—an adventure never-ending.
She has no concept of time,
but already has begun the climb—
from childhood to womanhood recklessly ascending.

I would caution her,...

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The month of October, the year was 2016, the month that almost ended me
My mind had shattered, the sparkling pieces so pretty in the autumn light
October, the year is 2019, this month just might finish...

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