Long Manors Poems

Poems about the Coronavirus II


This World's Joy
(anonymous Middle English lyric, circa early 14th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters...

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My hometown, my lost friend,
Thank you for greeting me once again,
at a time when we both are lost.
When I wander your streets,
you also wander within me,
weaved into my thoughts.
Winding down to your core,
to the oldest...

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Lobo Little Man, and his boy Teka Maroo
Put them together, and no telling what they might do.
Sweet as pie they are, sporting too many shades of innocence on their face.
Showing off their perfect manors, with...

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When she smiles the whole world lights up for her smile brightens up the world
when she is around all those around her has a  brighter day for she is a very 
wonderful person.My mother...

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I am without. 
 
Without all of the usual things, 
the expected warm hug,
 the desired good praise. 

Without any set of traditional values,
 a sailors mouth took place of lady like manors.  

Without...

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Mothers love us near and far
Yes indeed they set the bar so high
They nurse us up strong so we see why
She teaches us that we all need to get along
They teach us right from wrong
Mothers...

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Displacement 
_______________  =  Velocity
    Time

An equation with little importance
A lesson taken in physics class
But, something the physics teacher said made deep thoughts emerge
He said: “TIME goes on and never stops”

Places...

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I dreamed a dream so vivid and true
Lucid, this magical woman just happened to be you.
Offered hand, selfless as you embraced my fears
Kindness overwhelmed which led to my tears.

Still apprehensive, how thoughtful you are
You cherished...

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There was An Old Women in This Shoe...
She had so many Children that it felt just like A Zoo.
She taught Them love,read poetry,and books...
They choose anger,hatred, and would not even look.
She taught Them reading,arithmetic,and writing...
They...

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As we walk through life forget all the hard times,
we remember what we were taught, 
and how hard our parents fought,
for us to live the lives they couldn't ever imagine to have.

We walk through this...

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Though I have no mite,
I have better manors than gentlemen.
In areas seldom used in the palace,
I have spun my web well;
High above the royal throne
And high above your chamber door,
I have seen your weakness, O...

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Mansions we have built in our lives;
Manors created by our minds;
Our imaginations placed stone after stone and set the walls rising.
Bricks of different weights and sizes,
Blocks of different colors networked in different designs;
A color maze,...

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Well my Skinbob,had an employment trial,in which we think ok
    she got another callback,a chance to earn more pay
      she really is a grafter,and manors so polite
...

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Update of "A Litany in Time of Plague" 
by Michael R. Burch

THE PLAGUE has come again
To darken lives of men
and women, girls and boys;
Death proves their bodies toys
Too frail to even cry.
I am sick, I...

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THE NATIVES IN THE VILLAGE 
DANCE AS IN A TRANCE 
DIFFERENT AGES HEIGHT SEXES AND 
COLORS
BRIGHT COLORS EARTH COLORS 
BLACKS AND BROWNS
COLORS  PEOPLE AND SPACES 
CHANGE PLACES 
UNTIL
THEY BECOME
ONE LARGE COLOR
ONE LARGE SOUND
ONE LARGE...

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THE NATIVES IN THE VILLAGE DANCE
IN A TRANCE 
DIFFERENT AGES 
HEIGHTS 
AND SEXES

BRIGHT COLORS AND EARTH COLORS 
BLACK AND BROWN COLORS, 
PEOPLE AND SPACES 
CHANGE PLACES 
UNTIL
THEY BECOME
ONE LARGE COLOR
ONE LARGE SOUND
ONE LARGE PLACE

ENERGIES MOVE...

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If           If you need the love and guidance
you        you only need to ask
need     ...

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B asking in the morning sun,
E njoying that the school years done,
A bsorbing the vast, crystal, blue sky,
C leansing water from the ocean rushes by,
H anging on to every sound,
B orrowing in the sand that’s...

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A mother lulls her son to peace
to loose his fist
and calm his arm
and sleep his chest

To make lion of his throat
turn roar his nose
and bow his head and eyes
while a river runs from the corner...

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F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

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F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

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F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

Read More

F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

Read More

F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

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Your long, flowing branches
harmoniously flow across the acres,
a visual landmark in your arena.
You have provided generations
a reprieve from the harsh climate,
a playground for babes,
a private picnic for new lovers.
You have graced the lanes of stately...

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