Long Kilt Poems

Radiance
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil—
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea but feels its meaning—
the...

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These are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my early teens and has remained so over the years. I...

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Myth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.

And she is the myth of the scythed wheat
hewn and sighing, complete,
waiting, lain in a low...

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Twilight was softenin’ the warm summer sky
As the sun fled the fields with ‘er gold,
An’ the fellers were gatherin’ for bourbon an’ rye 
Where the tales of McHenry were told.

Whenever the moon was as full...

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Back in the 1990s, my wife and I spent a couple years - and thousands of dollars - completely restoring a 1958 Chevrolet Impala convertible. A very rewarding experience, but also, at times, a veritable...

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dark matter(s)
by Michael R. Burch

the matter is dark, despairful, alarming:
ur Creator is hardly prince charming!

yes, ur “Great I Am”
created blake’s lamb

but He also created the tyger
and what about trump and rod steiger? 


The Echoless Green
by...

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Look at the president
dressed in patriotic drag
See how he’s bubble wrapped
in his American kilt flag
Notice how he sashays about
in his patriotic beauty pageant dress
Asking you to give your country more,
when he always found a way...

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"kill them before the end of this week," he said. 
She ignored his commandment. 
" put quicker killing poison  in their foods," 
He insisted.  
"Why? 
How can I do this mass killings 
of innocent people?...

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"Ghastly Rich Adventures!" (N'er a Kilt!) 
 
For thy wish
upon high mount from wherest thou stand stout!
Merry, merry ladies toil and treasure thy jewels when o'er a gift appear about thy woven knit
n'er a kilt
yet...

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… On The Gist of Where A Gather Melts Hate’s Glacier
On The Nexus of Need & Knowing True Love’s Nature
On The Passage of Innocence To Please Forgive Us Prayers
On The Way To Meet Wide Open...

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his last gasp was quite lengthy
trying to go out with a bang as usual
a rationalist manifesto covering his face
accompanied by a cotton field work song
his grip went slack under the torrent of images
fortunes have been...

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A lonely rider traversed the sand upon his sturdy mount, 
Beneath a sky so filled with stars that no man might ever count. 

A dangerous dash across open land on a night without a moon,...

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...Duncan’s unit, the 42nd,
was placed in the center of the mass,
the French would crumble quick, he reckoned,
when the lines started marching at last,
not knowing that no orders had come,
yet on the left came the sounds...

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Wow well that's clever. I mean really really intelligent. Must have done all the research well. And drawn exact plans as to not make any errors. Roaring fires sit down in an ice bucket whilst...

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Your innocence has blinded you from the real world makin any sense, 
what's that? Say your done with it..?
Na you ain't done with this 
were not even to the second quarter ya idiot, 
you see...

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BLACK,RED and GOLD

Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9
Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death 

On this periphery of life
Let blue jeans of my ice blonde Brenda wear me to marry with death
Fire will...

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I cannot read small labels, my eyes don’t see so well
The labels on my spices: a culinary hell.

I came up with a system; it’s pretty hard to beat,
‘Cuz most of what I cooked before was...

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Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss 


WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

Old Jock had injured and bruised his...

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The great kilt.
“Och aye the noo”
TraIs the cat deid? –
 Has the cat died? your trousers are a bit short
 – like a flag flying at half mast
Liken my great grandfather did why don’t you...

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I grew up on granddaddy's ranch 
There wasn’t a bull I couldn’t conquer
My cowboy boots only came off
When I changed my clothes for soccer
I love the smell of fresh green grass
The sound of the ball...

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“Women are evil creatures boy. Evil. Every Go**amn last one of ‘em,”
Thunk- the shovel smacks on it’s target. 
“Do ya hear me BOY? Every one of ‘em.”
Thunk. 
“Yes Daddy.” the eight year old agreed with...

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It was the night before Christmas
Not a sound was heard
Except for the sound of Mods
Discussing the Foxestalk message board.

The subject was a Christmas party
Which happened every year
There was always panic among them
As the dreaded day...

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A Scot had once been quite handsomely built

Now with corona did not fit his kilt 

Ate all he could find

With more on his mind

Became rotund and his manhood did wilt


Isolation made the fridge his best...

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One time wombat shudders. It was very cold today and a kilt, cape, and long length knitted cloak just was not providing sufficient heat. Must buy some socks he thought. Then wandering around he found...

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There ain’t never been much love ‘twixt them two out on the range—
Seems cowmen has always thought that them sheepherders were strange.

Then one day in rides a poke by the name of Tom Campbell—
What’s lookin’...

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