Long Mushrooming Poems

Moulin Rouge

The greens and pinks magnetize to my eye
Like flowers abloom, in a field espied;
That overwhelms creation’s invention
With beauty of grandiose dimension
Shifting to the wind’s orchestrated movements,
And winks my soul agape by the performance
To be...

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Military maneuvers,
conducted by starship troopers,
make a Lot of king Chedorlaomer noise

Earhole space
penetrated by the Pentagon puffing pace ... 
stealth sound of smoke signals
Warning drumbeat signs 
of an incoming, deadly drone invasion

Attack helicopters hover
over tempting topography...

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Climate Change Haiku
by Michael R. Burch

late November:
climate skeptics scoff
but the geese no longer migrate.



The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct
by Michael R. Burch

The king of beasts, my child,
was terrible, and wild.
His roaring...

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As Medusa walks in, shuts the door,
caresses precision hand down the mahogany-
and shows one what for.

Senses in starbursts-cloudburst
flavor crystals accenting- your bloom 
of predicate corpus, cat claws in my brain, 
comes metamorphosis-
Led mushrooming depth of...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) 
  ...

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SNIPER

A yell “ man down;” then zing, pock, pock,
pock, pock against the sandbag revetment.

Down on the plain is a man in a spider hole,
he is well hidden and armed well enough,
smokeless powder provides no clues.

Binoculars...

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O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee

Spiritual mathematics 
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis

Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in...

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#Sacrifice_puked_upon
There's a voice, so loud in my neighbors house, I peep to see whats happening, a lad is the source of it, projected at parents. Wish to shut my ears and close my eyes, so...

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There are secrets to be uncovered in the rain forest
Something mushrooming from a medicine tree.
What goes on in the woods, and Jungles? -
While we hustle -- bustle.

Pacing the pavement like ants...
Never to become one with...

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 The Silent Village 
             In a silent, cool and quiet village I used to stay
       ...

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Helplessness immobilizes yours truly,
I genuinely agitate
permanently lasting indelible impact deux
biological offspring unfairly bore brunt,
compliantly, complicity, and complimentary
I avidly, doggedly, instinctively helped create

subsequently, unintentionally, or willingly
unpleasantly affected as adults facilitate
learned behaviors to navigate
their respective independent lives
both...

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my heart withers within me

swamped by my fancies for thee

longing to hold thee as mine in a caressing embrace,

long awaiting from thee a telling smile.

maybe from it i shall gather courage to give free reign

to...

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Gather ‘round the global table — 
All ye kings of the earth,
and ye queens of the dirt
The self-anointed,
the ballot appointed
So much kilt kill filth is on your skirts!

Fate chosen leaders hellbent
to take their loyal legion...

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“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...

More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red

boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact...

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I 
Throw myself into my poetry
Fling myself until I bleed
Until I'm knee deep in similes 
Until from my eyes seep seas of salty seeds
Spiraling in the double helix of hyperboles 
Hyper..
Hy..per..ven..
Hyperventilating
I Am the paint
I Am...

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The restoration properties
collected in each and
every grain of sand, 
stimulates the aging 
functions that affect
durations longing of 
infinity that it now
possesses a
plunging pit,
beings owned 
and detained in
accumulations of
senseless sands compiles, 
in an attribute of time,...

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We drive home in the rain -
a hectoring spray.

The car is preoccupied;
four significands -
a dog,
an ex-wife,
a son
and a prevailing spouse.
There are gossiping ghosts also;
past memories too damp now to be defined. 

Some link arms and...

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Sweet heart my passion dear pumpkin
Sweeter than a cabbage you are my sweet corn
somewhat louder than the bourn
Deep into that darkness sprouting
Liken a flower blossoming
How they were shouting, touting - flouting
those the farmers and gardeners
They...

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Splinters and Beams

                    Stream of consciousness gleams under stark cover
      ...

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Cottonmouth America
bite the asylum-seeking refugees
at your border entry
Let them feel the hard enamel compassion
of your diamondback speech
Rip the children from their mother’s loving arms,
then take their daddy’s protective pride
and cast it aside
Give hard candy charity
to...

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Pile drivers have replaced gandy dancers
And Mayflower trucks the circus, open-cage parades
Horse drawn down Main Street U.S.A.,

But overnight canvas bosses still command
Roust abouts to raise big top sails,
Over decks of prairie dogs and tumbleweeds.

There are...

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like a run away hubcap spinning down the road...your life spins out of control; 
how will this end—on a rocky hillside or a soft grassy knoll?

with forehead wrinkles and squinted vision you watch hopes and...

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On a rough jagged rock, I sit
   high above a waterfall
whose roar is loud...yet soothing
it pours upon the large rocks below
   in a violent rush
mushrooming up,  bubbling mists of rain
that...

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The ancestral house seemed smaller, today seen with eye glasses
The pathway seemed shorter, the mangoes grow loftier
It was once open field across the hill
Mushrooming subdivisions had blossomed
The little flower orchard had vanished

But anyhow we felt...

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he ancestral house seemed smaller, today seen with eye glasses
The pathway seemed shorter, the mangoes grow loftier
It was once open field across the hill
Mushrooming subdivisions had blossomed
The little flower orchard had vanished

But anyhow we felt...

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