Long Lave Poems

A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)...

ready for night time in bedlam
after swallowing me favorite dram,
cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam.

Whiling away his time playing solitaire...
initially prepped, honed, and crafted
November second two thousand and twenty
slightly tweaked February nineteenth
two...

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A hoodlum, (albeit respectable) in bedlam

whiling away his time playing solitaire...
November second two thousand and twenty
fast approaching the final countdown

With less than twenty four, twenty three, 
twenty two...  hours
harkening, heralding or (worse case scenario)
hindering...

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The Fisher
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
translation by Michael R. Burch

The river swirled and rippled;
nearby an angler lay,
and watched his lure with a careless eye,
like any other day.
But as he watched in a strange half-dream,
he saw...

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The world is a lave a pallet of creation
Looking into space, a futile distraction 
The earth is in space and all it represents 
Looking upward wondering ignoring the obvious 
The pattern of nature the key...

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Another loved one has too soon been taken from me.
Bereaved, now I sorrowfully speak in subdued soliloquy
Consoling myself with solemn prayers, I try not to weep.
Divine God, please hear my humble voice before I sleep.
Each...

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I was my hands of it all, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Je m’en lave les mains by T. Wignesan


And what could we have done in his place
Who in this century would dare to judge him
he...

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Alas, never seen along highways and byways anymore,
Was some very classic poetry that has become American lore!
'Tis sad that these masterpieces have vanished from the scene.
So I want to add some Burma Shave verse from...

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When the battle is won, 'tis the general who claims the laurel wreath.
Seldom is lavish praise bestowed upon the lowly ranks beneath.
But it's the valiant fellow in the trenches with his bayonet and gun,
Who bears...

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Slim's cowboy hat warn't no fancy Stetson, that's fer shore!
He'd paid five smackeroos fer it in a Sears 'n' Roebuck store.
But it served him jes as well through his cowboyin' years,
Roundin' up, ropin' 'n' brandin'...

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Alas, never seen along scenic highways and byways anymore,
(Now, tacky billboards clutter roads from shore to shore!)
Are the pithy Burma-Shave signs displayed in red and white,
That provided the traveling public with so much delight!

Signs were...

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There were many ingenious things that helped win World War Two.
Jeeps, Higgins Boats and Victory Ships just to name a few.
Other things were vital such as radar, C-rations and wrenches,
But the ungainly steel helmet won...

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Well I got an Rx from Marie Lave au
In the backwoods of New Orleans...
A sacred blue voodoo MO JO BAG
She said I made this just for you, just
For you now Bo…carry it in your left
Pocket...

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A  Racial Moment 
He was the family´s black sheep, which was awkward since his father was 
the president of a racist party. No black people here the grim father said;
they come here with machetes...

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He's above the earth, far away from my touch
Hanging in her arms of the sky
-Staring at me
A dream of eternal shone in our eyes 
My love, unheard as a whisper 
The vast horizon lave in...

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Two emerald coasts frame
the cape of the ancient pirates
Among its smooth greyish white rocks 
cedar trees being grown faintly within the centuries 
their volume curved exposing to exogenous powers 
their lawless shadow, a shelter 
under...

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Where to start Where to begin
Lets just hope this isn't the end
You were the one You were the best
My baby I'll loveyou for the rest
I'll try to proceed Your every need
So you don't lave Me...

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Come in from the byre, Mag Hand
Sit you down there firnenst the coatstand, 
But first light the fire and
Throw on the dinner Mag Hand
Lave the Childer outside, 
ah shur look they'll be grand

D'ye mind the...

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Years ago this story I am told
Of a bullet that came from a tree
No combat yet a peaceful day
One walking to gather water to shave

Helmet in hand to pick up the water
A bullet hit him...

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The sin of passion we fondly embrace
so let guilt lock us in each other's heart.
Imprisoned with you and tied up in lace,
means we will never have reason to part. 

Struck by a force wielding such...

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Welcome to McPoetry Soup.  May I take your order, please?
   Sure.  Give me a McSonnet and a McSoda.
What would you like on your McSonnet?
   Oh.  How about a...

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Hot like chocolate lave cake right out of the oven

Beautiful like the mesmerising sight of the sunset meeting the sunrise
 
Tender like a bird building a nest to protect her baby eggs against bad weather

Sweet...

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The Amadawn 'ave played the joker 
for the Good folks fairy Coort
'T was they 'ave egged the paper birches
an’ touch’d the scare crow’s stalks.

They 'ave given leerin pumpkin 'eads
to Dullahan's black 'eadless 'orse.
Tied the liein'...

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bring withered purple roses to my grave
when I’ll be gone...
and light a candle too...
I’ll know the light is there because of you...
don't cry, my friend, we die just once...
be brave...
and when my grave in roses...

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There are two trees in my back yard
I turn to when my days grow hard:
I’ve named them Grace and Solitude,
they serve to cleanse life’s dust accrued.

Grace comforts me with peace unearned;
with mercy, should a bridge...

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Red, like the paint on the sheets
the ones that wont let in any heat
the color is bold yet too plain
but the meaning lets out so much pain

Bloodstains on my wrist
Because I made you pissed
Bloodstains on...

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