Long Jugs Poems

Washed ashore on the lost island

Skin already peeling on the beach

Burning from the hot green summer sun

Meat melting off to become bone

Jumping back into the water

Cooling off with the clams and fish 

Washing the sand...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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I Cracked The Cream Cheese Through Your Whine

Wining And Dining    we savoured together and we still share five beautiful children sweet 
          ...

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Every couple 'a years or so 
Our family reunites
It takes a couple 'a years or so
To recover from the fights

A family like our'n
Doesn't party like most do
Ours gets a little out of hand
That's why we...

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Villanelle
by Michael R. Burch

Is poetry mere turning of a phrase?
Has prose become its height and depth and sum?
What happened to the songs of yesterdays?

Does prose leave all nine Muses vexed and glum,
with fingers stuck in...

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Every now and then,
I go on what I call a, "wilderness survival excursion."
Basically I venture deep into some remote wilderness region,
with little more than the clothes that I'm wearing,
and survive on whatever Nature may be...

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The sun rose in the east creating a bright orange hue
Tom lay in his bunk thinking, can it really be true? 
The good townsfolk had agreed Tom was a key player
And decided that Soup Creek...

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written in memory of Jack Kerouac in a caffeine frenzy

...pipes /jugs /pipes /hallucinating te deum for blessed freaks and
smoking stale, dry cigarette tobacco (wrong thing) in a pipe to
honor, certainly not 'diss' an unknown friend/jug...

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People say my poetry is mostly doom and gloom
But I’m a funny person and I’ll prove it to you soon
My wit and sharp ripostes are a constant delight
Let’s see if I can tell this story...

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Just for the sake of saying "hello"

Courtesy garden variety/generic common Joe
who strives to achieve becoming 
(even posthumously) 
an esteemed writer likened to outstanding poe
whit – perhaps illusions 
of grandeur must be reined in 
courtesy horse...

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Ancient replicas of forgotten treasures; 
How slyly…….. you pass them off. 
Only a penny, only a penny, you say. 
For only a penny you can buy my secrets, 
My lost dreams and other such oddities....

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Swordsey
 
 
When I was young I had a wondrous dream.
I soared in the winds and swam in the stream.
 
I carried a blade and rode a swift white horse.
I named Him Swordsey and we...

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Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes beneath the surface
The taps know how low they can… sink
And...

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All this hair, curly and strong
Wiping around the cheeks surrounding the eyes
swiping it from where  they cut and stapled
Growing in storms dark brown and white as 
a Winter snow who am I who will...

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In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph,
Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark,
And women in furies pour vessels into fragments of petrified...

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Ages there are in which the ration'l man 
And th'intuitive stand side by side, the one 

In fear of intuition, or scorn for abstraction; 
Irrational one, the other inartistic. 

They both desire to rule over...

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Here's another story about Granny
I think she's probably done it all
This was way back during prohibition
When they outlawed alcohol

See, my granny was a moonshiner
This is about her very first still
She had to make sure no...

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The Fresco Says It All!


From the mountain,
From the forest,
From the river,
From the wild,
We came.
Naked.
Not tamed
In their eyes.

Depicted by cathedral fresco
At Mission BC
Our faces are empty
In their eyes.
No clothes,
No nose,
No eyes,
No ears,
No mouth,
No expression,
No emotions.
No individuals.
We...

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Amorous is the tingling touch they feel
Blooming kisses as flaming as red bells
Convey passion in their glowing eyes 
Directing fantasy-filled thoughts outside
Enamored by the heavy snowfall on the elms
Farther they vanish into the hushed hills...

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The Lotus Eaters page 1 of 2
        (This is an original fiction by Earl based on the fiction by Homer.  Part 2 of this is in a...

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The Lotus Eaters  part 1 of 2 pages

Northern unkind gales forced, with no care to man or nature
The cunning, the brave, the great king Odysseus and his crew to draw off course
From Ithica, their...

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Some fried chicken and fried potatoes,
pot full of beans, and sliced tomatoes.
I hear catfish sizzling in hot oil,
and some fresh picked corn waiting to boil.

Old folks sit at the big oak table,
kids sit down wherever...

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The croft was the centre of our universe,
About it all day we kids would converse.
We talked of raiding a few streets away, 
We would steal their wood without delay.
Then on the night, we stood, eyes...

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Our Lord was attending a wedding feast just before His own ministry 
The wine service having ceased it was Jesus that they came to see
As Mary went over and told her Son in realizing whom...

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(color the sky)

big hey & a big hi friends,
help me a bit to fly and,
I want to color this sky..
I want to color this sky..

tiny drops of a dark black,
in a bucket full of white,
with...

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