Long Monosyllables Poems

Poems about Children II



On Looking into Curious George’s Mirrors
by Michael R. Burch

for Maya McManmon, granddaughter of the poet Jim McManmon

Maya was made in the image of God;
may the reflections she sees in those curious mirrors
always...

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1. The Welkin
Wind blows / clouds race / vast blue sky
Breeze tugs / trees sway / great green hills
Sun scourged / sand glares / small white beach
Skip stones / thoughts nag / mind fug stills

2....

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I loved you John Wayne!
		I wished you were my father
		or maybe an older brother 
		who’d tutor me to be tough
		when manners weren’t enough
		and toughness was needed
		that civility be heeded
		and not to brag or complain.
		O I...

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Dawn song / sweet trills / thin flute roused
Splayed light / warm vibe / worn slats doused
Dream haunts / harsh cough / plumb tears smart
Heart touched / mixed thoughts / frail past frouse

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Jueju is a...

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Birth of an infant, a mom's victorious pain
From monosyllables to phrases to sentences
Speech takes the place of shouts and cries
Actions replaces the moans; coos and tries

From crawls to strollers, sturdy legs stood up
From dolls to...

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With pride and pain
I watched him sleeping peacefully—
his head on the window of the airplane
pimples and their remnants on forehead
a discernible thin line of hair on upper lip
few strands hanging from the chin
shoulders shaping into...

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If you need someone
I also needed one.
I felt then! Now you feel more of what I did.

Opt for me - like your coffee in the morning(7am)
Give a price while am princely priceless
 your attention got...

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I cry for help in Morse Code 
But you won’t see it unless you’re listening really hard. 
And you won’t hear it unless you’re watching really hard. 
You’ll see it when I suddenly stop smiling,...

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Two hearts estranged, walk pensively
Their hands don’t touch and eyes are glazed
Talking in monosyllables
Mere gestures of noblesse oblige

A common friend creeps upon them
Tip toeing barefoot noiselessly
He holds two feathers in his hands
Impishly tickling each in...

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What sibilant consonants
conjure his image: angular, Germanic,
uttering phrases and grunts, monosyllables
forcefully spat into air alive,
filled with his vivid verbal assaults!
No saccharine sentiment for him.
He lets fly with steamy staccato
streams of purposely purple prose,
unblemished by boorishly...

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I'll say them every day you know.
Those three well-known monosyllables...

When I'm curled up to your contours in the carriage of a train,

When I wake and I sense you before I've opened my eyes,

When we're staring...

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he throws snowballs at buses
but now is able to memorably convey experiences
using iambic dimeter
creating an impersonality
vidya games and spondee
he threw my bicycle in the river
now juxtaposing contrasting stuff side by side
heroic couplets

passive aggressive ballads
caesura; and...

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As lunch draws near,
My taste buds rise.
Will it bring a tear?
Or make my senses rise?

Such in my great joy.
Fish in sauce is great.
Or bok-choy with soy?
A dream on my plate.

Ah,here it comes!
Hot dog on a...

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