Long Impugn Poems

(Remembering Innocence)


Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new tales, improvements to previous verses, and improved...

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Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you...

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Chinese Translations III

Quiet Night Thoughts
by Li Bai aka Li Po
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Moonlight illuminates my bed
as frost brightens the ground.
Lifting my eyes, the moon allures.
Lowering my eyes, I long for home.


The Solitude of Night
by...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral...

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Under the sun and moon, flawed men linger in the cold 
Who in the mist of darkness, cut and rip apart trees eons old 
While stepping on grass and insects for wood to be sold...

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My cloud is a drifty sort of cloud. 
A kicked back, go-where-the-wind-blows, kind of cloud.
It’s an easy-going, shoes-off, feet-on-the-table, kind of a place. 
If there were a door, it would be a revolving door.
First, because...

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When words spring from lips in motion,
what they say “in the first place”
is often lost in translation, a soothing lotion,
misunderstood…
for ears may hear, but seldom truly listen.
Amid the confusion of lost libretti
spoken with a voice...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his...

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It’s a lesson Christ teaches, God’s Word’s living water;
solution life needs for a thirst that’s survived.
Some might think light’s life’s lifeboat till desert surrounds them,
no flux points to well’s hide, no raincloud in sight.
Stars can...

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Dragon saw an advertisement for a Beauty Pageant, He wanted in! No less!
It stated it was for the 1 to 5’s, so Dragon figured he fit right in. You guess?
When we got there: We were...

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The structure, or plot, of a poem is, in my opinion, like the melody in music. It's what holds the words together and keeps us reading...

A present's not a gift until someone sends or brings...

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I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the...

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"Ennui Sets In”

Whenever pen is placed
Between purloined phalanges,
When my mind unfolds and tears along the seams,
I know it’s time to move my thoughts,
Through the underground;
That dark crusty void
Of dreary dreams diminished,
Where loose hell raisers floss...

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Your only friend is darkness? Heman the Ezrahite.

That's not how to end your psalm, with ache of lonely soul, 
awake to darkness fall each day, to deepest darkest hole 
as morning clears the dark away.

Yet...

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Nuthin' But A Leech
(Part Two)
By Roy Merritt

But they must be on to somethin’
They sure got you people pegged
And will rob you fools completely blind 
As easily as pullin' your leg

And no telling if this pacifist
Who...

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Is there anyone who can explain to me
why someone in the Soup community
would gripe about those on the lists,
ranting on with their pen in clenched fist?

How important can the lists possibly be
to set someone's nerves...

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I will never be known as a great mind,
and they may never recognize me or honor me
for the thoughts and perceptions
I delivery with austerity and firmness
to everyone who has lived little,
and thinks that experience
teaches nothing...

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We are in Xanadu. A million lights are dancing and there you are, a shooting star. An everlasting world and you're here with me, eternally Xanadu. BY "JEFF LYNNE"


"Xanadu," "Nirvana," and "Utopia" pop to mind
This...

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The inexorable gnawing felt like fire against paper forever burning in hell. These malignant white walls surround me like a cage, and without a window my prison is darkness. To impugn the people who left...

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Draw back the drapes of those tenebrous clouds
for my eyes desire a glimmer of the pallid moon.
Sullen shadows of night, her beauty enshrouds.
Covering her faint glow is a sin, I dare impugn.

Lustrous is her light...

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Unconditional love, 
that grants me access to a faraway paradise, 
is what I feel for you 
Breath taking beauty 
is what I see in you 
A euphonious voice, 
that bypasses my senses 
and makes me...

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Your life is the full world, the stars, sun, and moon.
On your own, you can fight the tough times real soon.
Unsteady moves can't let you up the ladder; never tone down.
Rarely will we meet; we...

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Compared to Bungling Idiots

To my poems pretty soon should be immune
And to receive comments I must impugn
Your delightful mind to become more diligent
Trying to find where party platforms went.

What if I put in thumb pulling...

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There was a man with integrity that nobody can impugn.
The man who I'm speaking of was Daniel Boone.
This man was truly a great pioneer.
He lived a long life, nearly 86 years.

People are amazed by the...

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I shall not envy the upstart's polished gait, 
Or wish myself as old knights in diamonds
Hued to bamboozle familiar souls and eye, 
Flattered by aping pals and ersatz blondes. 

For swanky gait soon in quiet...

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