Long Myopically Poems

The Original Sin: Rhyming Haiku!
 
Haiku
should never rhyme:
it’s a crime!
-Michael R. Burch
 
The herons stand,
sentry-like, at attention ...
rigid observers of some unknown command.
-Michael R. Burch
 
Late
fall;
all
the golden leaves turn black underfoot:
soot
-Michael R. Burch
 
Dry leaf...

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Many of you live
humbly and heartily
patriotically and industriously
nutritiously and faithfully
in Western and Southern States,

United in this time of shrinking reservoirs,
dying rivers,
hurricaned coastal residents

Displaced by floods,
invasive mold,
voracious rot and rats,

Barren top soil,
failing electrical networks,
drought,
inhumane heat,
decimated forests

Bereft...

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Haiku Variations
by Michael R. Burch

This is a poem composed of haiku-like stanzas:


Variations on the Seasons I
by Michael R. Burch

Lift up your head
dandelion,
hear spring roar!

How will you tidy your hair
this near
summer?

Leave to each still night
your lightest...

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Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery

(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)


Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script 
Ah, I see "I" the spy has stumbled upon new tricks 

Disloyalty - The Perfidy -...

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A solitary man
I make my way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life I know further and further behind
I wish to be alone
away from the busyness 
the incessant noise
my many responsibilities
life’s never ending activities
work...

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Wisdom Tree

A solitary man
Makes his way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life he knows further and further behind
He wishes to be alone
Away from the busyness 
The noise
Responsibility
Activity 
Work that is never done
Conflict
The need...

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Placed strategically close 
to suburban hedgerows,
elderly backyard mavens 
nourish generations of groundhogs.

Daily the grass is seeded 
with 'Puffcorn Delites,'
bought wholesale from Costco, 

An elderly lady died last year. 
I see her at night,
as I take...

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I wake up with her,
check myself,
eyes creaking like blind stars.
She’s strange, she’s yesterday,
I remember us the week before;
wonder if tomorrow
will fade us both out completely.

We don’t get to know them -
the wives I mean.
Living together...

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I wake up with her,
check myself,
eyes creaking like blind stars.
She’s strange, she’s yesterday,
I remember us the week before;
wonder if tomorrow
will fade us both out completely.

We don’t get to know them -
the wives I mean.
Living together...

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Cold air breeze flowing over the shore, as an lifesaver floats on the glistening water illuminated by the sun, most memorable during the day as many above have fun

Frightened of the ferocious sea-beings, admiring the...

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I ponder whose hands concertina time.
Sometimes my brain wakes up 40 years younger
for a few moments I am vital,
perfectly formed and a smile for every eye.
Other times though, I arrive in the world
already clawing at...

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The yellow and black caterpillar
concertina’s around my wrist.
Around and around my wrist it trundles
on those stumpy limb nubbins
neither veering left or right.

It’s a creature unaware of distance
and so must constantly search
for nearness.
Wherever its fuzzy head...

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"Endlessly fascinating..."
Truths are in that phrase
As are lies or misunderstandings
Perhaps myopically unintentionally misleading
I'm endlessly fascinated by something right now
The whirring, incessant ~ almost
Until I tire or simply forget
Distraction quite impactful
For instance some microwave porridge (chocolate...

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It’s often said that Man is very smart.
His cleverness is quite remarkable.
His brain, a rather special body part
Is hardly capable of being dull.
He never calculates and meditates
His every thought and actions. Never fails
To please himself...

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