Long Necktie Poems

Various Heresies 4

I, Lazarus
by Michael R. Burch

I, Lazarus, without a heart,
devoid of blood and spiritless,
lay in the darkness, meritless:
my corpse?a thing cold, dead, apart.

But then I thought I heard?a Voice,
a Voice that called me from...

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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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AI POEMS

These are poems about AI (Art-ificial Intelligence) and poems about science.

The AI Poets
by Michael R. Burch

The computer-poets stand hushed
except for the faint hum
of their efficient fans,
waiting for inspiration.

It is years now
since they were first...

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Speak my language
A language of love I can understand
My heart language
Understand my need
My desire to be understood
Speak my language

Speak fluently to my heart
Words of Affirmation
I thrive on hearing praise
Appreciation
Verbal validation
Of all I do and am
Of...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)

At the headwaters of the Red Woods Branch,
near a gentle slope on a dusty trail.
On an iron gate, at the Twin Mounds...

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**Content warning: depicts abuse (please skip to one of my more lightheaded poems if one needs to).


To you, your abuse began as a game or joke, 
so insidious, so quietly inhumane, 
a spontaneous, cautionary tale,...

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on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote Party broke down the door
I told them everything I know
so...

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           There’s an urgent
 Need                    ...

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On An Ally Rely

On an ally we are supposed to rely,
And desire to do Trump did deny;
Around bush beat; (Think it was Billy)
Then did repeat;
Could never find a logical reason why.

If my poem in top...

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continued from Pt 1


 
       With my name underneath!/  I said "Who is keith?"/  She looked over her shoulder,/  
The room got colder,/  When she...

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Frankie boy,
you’re so ghoulishly handsome
with your graveyard tan

My baby boy is
one Munster hunk of a man 
With your strong and cold 
cadaver Addams Family hands

You’re gonna make 
your momma Morticia cry
And wipe the nightshade mascara
from...

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Death is sick and tired of dying
and yet he wakes up at the crack of dawn
and put's on his noose necktie
and stiches his broken, beating and battered heart
and looks in the mirror,
the mirror breaks in...

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The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles 
With not one word out of place 
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt 
Semblance of peace sat behind...

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A Vibrant Night 

At night 
When the city is 
Lit with lights and literature 
Locals and visitors 
Ambiances and silhouettes  
Dances with the wet backdrop 
And the foreground 
Maybe a  new York playground...

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I drank alcohol and now I am fat  and  laughing inside the dark cave wanting to take all my life back and to be the me I used to be; to be the...

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a 1945 bottle of Romanée-Conti, a

telephone booth in london, a rouge

sunflower, a covered bridge in green

river, vt, a basket of juicy ripe tomatoes,

a branch of cherries bearing down as

ornaments, apples bearing all shades

thereof, autumn barberries,...

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I remember like it was present day a week before my birthday
On a Tuesday, Teen court every Tuesday
Some unusual about this Tuesday
Cooln with my Uncle Jerome O E's steady too the doom
My Cousin Eric came...

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What is a necktie dangling for?
too stiff, too thin to be a scarf,
        a bibi or apron;

too smooth to be a good hankie,
 too short to be a...

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what's a necktie dangling for?
    too stiff, too thin to be a scarf,
        a bib, or an apron,
too smooth to be a hankie,
  ...

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The red necktie 

He woke on the sofa, fully dressed
vaguely remembered an argument with a woman
He took a shower, made coffee
turned on the radio that told of a woman strangled
by a red necktie.
He paled under...

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Bad Discussions 
(Not a nice poem)

By the pound what a sound, 
in morbid delay at death's door. 
Cutting off bits and chunks of souls,
too busy to be made whole. 
Now withered on the blocks, 
slaves...

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The fame machines

He found his old type-writer in the basement
took it up, tried to clean the typeface
On a day he felt like a writer dreaming of fame
hammering out a novel in a cloud of cigarette
smoke...

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Old sam's last supper
The old jailer came around to Sam that night.
He asked Sam what he wanted for supper.
Old Sam said with a smile on his face.
Mash tarters piled sky high, gravy that runs down...

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Listening to the soothing ocean, I
Watch the waves crash the shore like a mad guy;
My happy heart gives a contented sigh, 
God's been good to me through ups and downs, aye! 
Troubles stifling me like...

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The bride created her bouquet
With seeming just-picked flowers,
The pretty kind that benefitted
From a day of showers.

Her perfect simple long white gown
Fulfilled part of its mission – 
To highlight those sweet blossoms
In accordance with tradition.

But this...

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