Long Naps Poems

I want to tell you the story of my life.  I was born in a barn at dawn.  There
were eight of us but I was the only one with spots.  I was...

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Here's the deal, folks...

   This is, as indicated, the 3rd THIRD of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts. 
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He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just like every other day he mused.  Nothing new. ...

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There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.

		*			*			*

This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!

Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!

		*			*			*

But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill?...

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I shan't try and be witty an engage in the norm 
peeking through such pain my eyes see dim 
as crushing temporal lesion push against 
soft tissue endings pounding my optic nerves 
from my forehead...

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All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything
bubbling brooks and waterfalls does your glory ring
terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing
how can not it's splendor not fill our very being
 
raindrops in waters...

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Picturebook Princess

for Keira

We had a special visitor.
Our world became suddenly brighter.
She was such a charmer!
Such a delighter! 

With her sparkly diamond slippers
and the way her whole being glows,
Keira’s a picturebook princess
from the points of her...

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LIFE IS GREAT FANTASTIC 
INCREDIBLE AND AT TIMES 
UNBELIEVABLE.

HERE I SIT ON A LITTLE LEDGE
I CAN SEE OVER OUR LITTLE VILLAGE,
NEIGHBORHOOD, COMMUNITY.

CELEBRATING FEBRUARY  2025
THE LAST MONTH OF WINTER.
AND THE AWAKENING OF SPRING.

YES, I KNOW...

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My momma was big on naps when I was a girl.
Until I was eight years old, she sent me to my room on summer afternoons.
It was probably because of the heat in the south,
The way...

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Beyond the wispy, secretive slick and silent faerie wonderland
Forthwith and within, and among the angels, are mindful mountains,
Protecting the delicate,feeling-forth creatures, who slumber amongst the roses.
Roses of colors not experienced on this planet, because these...

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An Introduction to Max
 
Hi, I am a Mastiff cross and my name is Magical Max. To be precise it’s actually Magical Maxi the Wonder Dog but you can call me Max. That’s not to...

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It's the best I can do to explain myself
is standing in between it all, so I can view both sides.
Who are you to say that a summer days more beautiful
than the dead of night?
You profess...

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Every time I change directions
lately, and possibly beforely,
Trees stand by to mentor
and nurture,
to feed with branched hands
to bleed when uprooted
from aptic past centuries
of hibernating winter naps.

Trees of original pheromone attraction,
August spawned
like Taurus colonizing crabgrass
embedded in...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an...

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away
Not when you put cotton candy in our grapes
You might as well give it to a teacher,see what they have to say if they haven't already sold their...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 3: EVOLUTION



Peers
by Michael R. Burch

These thoughts are alien, as through green slime
smeared on some lab tech’s brilliant slide, I grope,
positioning my bright oscilloscope
for better vantage, though I cannot see,
but only peer, as...

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I was darting around...tweaking some price tags on pieces I’d had for too long…
Focused on items in little demand...and a few I’d picked up for a song…

When a middle-aged lady entered my shop...a woman I’d...

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We own it and owe to it

I know what love is, adore silence’s gold 
Content and at peace, no grudges to hold. 
It gets better and simple at this stage -
I love my age!
 
I can...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch

Double Limerick: The Platypus
by Michael R. Burch

The platypus, myopic,
is ungainly, not erotic.
His feet for bed
are over-webbed,
and what of his proboscis?

The platypus, though, is eager
although his means are...

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I have been through so much death these last few years. The worst was losing my “sweet boys” in a year and a half. My golden retriever Bo and pug Mugsy all crossed the rainbow...

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Depression

The feeling of sorrow coming from within
The feeling of sadness when you know you can't win

The feeling of anger when nothing goes your way
The feeling of loneliness when noone listens to what you have to...

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"When Adam First Saw Eve" 
         
All alone in a Garden of Beauty
Adam thought, "WOW!!!..... 
this is all mine! 
I can hang out, 
take naps, 
do whatever...

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I remember the time when I first took a good look in you eyes, you were handing me a
bouquet of flowers from work
The first time I held you in my arms the friendly hug right...

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“What’s the deal with the tired old chair,” a friend politely asked...“it looks a little out of place with all your modern stuff?”
“It adds a certain ambiance,” I started to explain.   “Mixing contemporary...

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