Long Nimbus Poems

Limericks III - Grab Bag

Being a peace activist, I once wrote a limerick in an attempt to stop needless wars:

Of Tetley’s and V-2's
(or "Why Not to Bomb the Brits")
by Michael R. Burch

The English are very...

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Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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Limericks IV - Donald Trump

The Hair Flap
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

The hair flap was truly a scare:
Trump’s bald as a billiard back there!
The whole nation laughed
At the state of his graft;
Now the...

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AUTUMNAL

            Clean clear cerulean sky calls Autumn after rainy season.
              Curtains...

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Achab*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Achab by T. Wignesan

One man alone stands erect before the king, and speaks
A man
Alone

The king is not accustomed to being confronted face to 
      ...

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Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk attest upon the secret florist
Herald stewards, forbear! Striplings, go not to entice the fawn’s forest 
Yonder snowy peaks, betwixt pearls, radiates the pinkest amethyst
Amidst, thy gently sloping curves, hymns of harmony praise...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the sun
crossroads...

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Our cold crisp air augurs an early snow before Thanksgiving. I need to look for my warm fur-lined gloves. The snow tires are heaven knows where in our cluttered garage, but they must be searched...

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Can blackwater lilies 
sing forth sonnets 
of daylight and 
unsung those 
cacophonous notes 
of omen, which 
rhymed with 
sombre elixir 
of spruce rivulets and 
veiled your crimson 
touch of life, 
in eons of unforgivable 
death?...

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TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS I

These days Trump's fraudian slip is always showing. — Michael R. Burch aka “the Loyal Opposition”

Trump seems to prefer demon-crazy to democracy.— Michael R. Burch

Under Trump American democracy is going the...

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I am Flight Sgt Ramsay Roe, and my memories have faded,  
Of my experiences in Burma, and their chronological order, 
But into my memory’s deep recesses i have dug and waded, 
Although the exact...

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DORMANT DREAMS, INTENSE - THEIR YEARNINGS

The night has erupted 
in a thunderous bedlam. 
As it comes crashing, 
an unrelenting downpour,
volcanic its intensity, 
lashing out its love—or 
Is it lovelorn fury—
in sheets of slanting rain

It’s a...

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I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need to make some glass,
As it will proceed my foot in...

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SEASONAL  LOOKS  IN  MUSE


                        Curtains of heavy rain ...

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Sometimes, reflections from my mirror,
recall when I slumbered at nature's nadir,
as naysayers whispered in whiskey breaths.
Bewildered, I wandered in the wilderness,
until the mercy of verse reversed the curse.

Poetry you've always been the legacy of my...

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It is amazing how many super important people there are in my hometown!
At almost any intersection, I will be eclipsed by at least 2-3 individuals who are cooler
Than I could ever aspire to think to...

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In a far-away land hot moist less air rises up to the heavens in a single file, heavy with the echoing cries of drought
It meets a blanket of cold moist air of the stratosphere descending,...

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The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold...

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1.
the crystallised handkerchief 
of one’s span of life

your handloom-bird brings with its lips 
some musical notation of the nimbus  

holding that waves within the heart 
how much growth does occur 
to the sandal-line of...

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Can eyes truly see and witness the real me that gain fake smiles of lies?
Eyes to behold behind these masks of fantasy to see how cast I am,
far from the sight of reality.
But you only...

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I fall a raindrop from stratus to stratum
birthed from clouds pregnant with thunder
a lion’s roar —a pride in the sky— fierce!
armed with lightning’s rip and slit
the scythe of claw and tooth finds its prey
knifing sunset’s...

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Blinded by the lightening flash, running from the thunder
Clash, a hail storms hurricane burns within me, oh am I
Lost in the eye of your wake, a single powder cloud set adrift,
Amongst your currents of insurgence,...

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SILENT TEARS

"Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't hear me
If you'd only listen
But maybe you fear me
You say I'm trippin
I feel like a Christian 
Trying to prove my love
But like jesus, you missing

On this journey I feel...

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Dicot.

         Cirrus- 
            soil cracks,
           ...

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The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite

Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand...

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