Long Monotones Poems

[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 3 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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The Terror Bugs pursued them through the skies toward the river
Cody flew just fast enough but still he felt a shiver
“Any slower and we’ll stall...

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These are my early poems, or juvenilia.

Stars
by Michael R. Burch, age 22

Though night has come,
I'm not alone,
for stars appear
—fierce, faint and far—
to dance until they disappear.

They reappear
as clouds roll by
in stormy billows
past bent willows;
sometimes they...

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I am the one who keeps mothers awake at night.
I am the one whom she lives in dread, for whom her tears are sadly shed, the one for whom 
her tears never dry, I am...

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REINCARNATION
       
      I am ready to flee to swim and sink in Cosmic Rays.
      Where to search or where...

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Away my soul suspends into the thin air
As I drool away the day, lying in the lair
Waiting for the diamond rays of the sun sinking below the earth far away
Chirping crickets; and the curly motions...

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Why  look for me at the foot of Devils Peak
I hear you visit there every other week
It was the choice that you made so long ago
Hate saying it but you recall I told you...

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By Laura
April 23, 2015

Missing are times I wasn't feeling like this
A symphony of monotones inscribed in the bliss
What if the cackling clowns are prophets in disguise?
don't think that I can trust the dreams projected in...

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1958 Song Hits


All I Have To Do Is Dream
Night or day
Dreamin' life away

Do You Want To Dance
Under the moonlight
through the night

Who's Sorry Now
Sad and blue 
Cried over you

Poor Little Fool
Lied to me
Won her victory

Book Of...

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Then Margarita gave her father mind,
for she was very happy being home.
Hence three years placed in a covent confined
where she's had little use of brush and comb.
Removed from places she loved most to roam,
the fields...

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Rebirth

Grey ghostly clarions
Swiftly travel
To the east of darkling day
Riding on a dirge wind
Blowing harsh
Over waters that reflect
The fading dawn
When they turn to blood red, 
Glowing crimson,
As they color the vast and swirling grey
Trumpeting to the...

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waiting in line.. in step... 
in monotones.. at mid afternoon.

waiting for a cup of coffee 
from a thin barista.

while outside it is raining..

outside the clouds float by in 
gray shades of indifference

 outside a few...

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hood covered lutherns wear their naratives 
under a furrow of clouds.

their earmuffed headphones filled with lukewarm 
monotones from garrison kiellor.

they discuss the  northern progressive aesthetic and 
of what it means to 'feel minnesotan'. 

gathering...

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My harmonica cries, 
in tones of silver sighs and golden tears; 
wailing bittersweet joy.

Sound of sadness; sound of laughter; 
it’s in the wailing that color blooms.  
Mouth-harp memories fill many family albums.

Circle of breath,...

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Addicted to somethin’ 
My thoughts no longer own
A fish tank full of submarines 
Swimming schools of piranhas
Waking up soaking wet
Sharks swimming in my sweat

Sleeping on the cold floor
Petrified to close the door
Or open when closed...nightmares...

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My harmonica cries, 
in tones of silver sighs and golden tears; 
wailing bittersweet joy.

Sound of sadness; sound of laughter; 
it’s in the wailing that color blooms.  
Mouth-harp memories fill many family albums.

Circle of breath,...

Read More