Long Mumbles Poems

Prose Poems

Something
by Michael R. Burch

Something inescapable is lost?lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight, vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars immeasurable and void. Something uncapturable is...

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Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it. 

"I'm going upstairs," Hubert tells Ruth as he hoists himself out...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of contradictions.

Firefighters bow heads in silent paean, 
while polished trucks stand...

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A man takes a bath in his tired apartment
Old enough to remember the deportations that never happened 
Hums a careless tune - a forbidden tune. He gasps
Did the neighbours hear him? Will they report him?
Should...

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He plays throughout the house at night 
a braille touch for his lack of sight
and dreams of all the crippled things 
with broken legs and shattered wings.

The bandage on his wounded eyes 
will be there...

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A tramp steamer plies an ocean of fog. 
The Chief Bos’n makes a note in the log while the helmsman 
Strains to see beyond the wheel. 
The ship’s Captain leaves the bridge with a groan....

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It has been there for many centuries before the world began, it has served the Egyptians well and has taken the lion out of the den, the British was in it,  the Puritan have...

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Silence and Shouts

I listen to him breathing.  If it’s labored, I ask, “Are you okay?”
And from over the rings of walls of silence he has built around himself, 
He implores, “You hear so poorly,...

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One Step from the Fire

Martha lounges in her rocking chair book in knotted hand in her studio

On the wall a poster of Chipperfield Circus whom she had wanted to join

Just above a small marble statue...

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I’m trapped in the American struggle/ 
Surrounded in the alcoholic drug addicted jungle/ 
In my soul called soul I seem to unknowingly look for trouble/ 
Yeah am I the only one to truly see our...

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Oh dear merciful Father of Heaven, our God,
Devotion brings faith, for knowledge we nod.
A little clay lamp in remote village gives light,
Street light shines in city, street looks so bright.
Night tells here light story,
From Gandam...

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The faded afterglow of a life passing through mid-age is also wrapped with an expected pattern of probable uncertainties. The moments that can ignite true spark, are not numerous, neither are those absent. The known...

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Come in scented summer garden! 
Come in nature super show! 
veins of Thee all  turned  to yellow 
Mistletoe! in spring woe? 
In the scented breath of summer
Laugh and look at magic show

Beauteous are...

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I sought a place to post my poems and thought I'd found a fit for me.
At first I was thrilled and felt I belonged to a pleasant community
But I lost my taste for soup and...

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To You, I’d used to address my man covered with grime 
  
Poetry was space of style and dressing that I fill 
  
Panicked, incapable, feared loosing rhymes 
  
I thought once:...

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I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as...

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Here I sit,  on an examination table
bored, swinging my feet to and fro
waiting for a doctor who will be able
to diagnose the reason why I feel low

I study the body posters while I wait
in...

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The Pain of Drought

By

Kevin L Fairbrother



The road trains full of emancipated cattle roar by

Heading south to somewhere that is lush and green

For the big dry out west as tightened it’s grip

As the dry westerly winds...

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" SuperFine" Borrow Quarrious made his debut in a bout against his former tag team partner  "Honey Mambo" Yurts Kussinov. The bout ended when there former manager Caul Fennish interfered using a folding chair...

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Dare I This, To Such Marvelous Dreams Dream

A baby, once in a small wooden crib,
Humanity's seed, vestige of Adam's rib
I watch as he nurses then falls to sleep
The afternoon sun, beaming golden deep
Quiet spreads, contented...

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So arid this desert....

   where the tumbleweeds blow,

   and the snake makes his nest;

   not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,

   and raise from...

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(1.)
A Poet's Heart Speaking On One Current Politician's Game

From the abyss wearing robes of silver and white
shots fired hit and miss underneath sly pale moonlight
shadow-man, dancer in his own one man parade
illustrious actor of scenes...

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I lay my head down on my pillows, I’m fussy, I have four just for comfort,
Three hours later and it’s four o’clock, again I’m unable to sleep,
I look at my partner and see her in...

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The Poet’s fire

My well had dried up empty with all that remained in silence
                     ...

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My dearest little Beautiful Butterfly!
It’s not so long,
Since the hasty hands of Time, 
Snatched you away from us, 
Abruptly, unpredictably... 
Time snatches away, 
Living as well as non-living beings;
He gives his alleged reason for his...

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