Long Offbeat Poems

"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood : A Spell"



Spider Web glistens wet 
in the spoilt lies of...

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It was somewhere in Cambridge, when the amalgam of substances 
began to cloud our judgment. 
The changes were between vague and blatantly obvious, but 
we were masters at this terrifying craft. 
A small dose of...

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November second two thousand twenty two...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Approximately six weeks since August sum
er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about 
sipping cocktails, whose primary ingredient rum
pulled and sated esophageal tract nsync 
with thirstily quaffing...

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Poems for Poets VIII


Fireflies
thinking to illuminate the darkness?
Poets!
—Michael R. Burch


BeMused
by Michael R. Burch

You will find in her hair
a fragrance more severe
than camphor.

You will find in her dress
no hint of a sweet
distractedness.

You will find in her...

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She Was Very Pretty
by Michael R. Burch

She was very pretty, in the usual way
for perhaps a day;
and when the boys came out to play,
she winked and smiled, then ran away
till one unexpectedly caught her.

At sixteen,...

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October twenty third two thousand twenty one...02:44:06 PM
Eastern Standard Time abuzz auld Durin 
(ya know whit I'm Tolkien about 
Elder days long regarding) Autumnal thrum –

The perfect balm to avoid feeling glum
supine upon greensward 
I...

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November first two thousand nineteen...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Divine myriad biota amidst
heavenly Lily of the valley
(Convallaria majalis),
he didst imaginatively greet
Edenic heavenly terra
incognita immeasurably sweet

nature's ensemble proffering
Gaia's quintessential orchestration
resplendent sensational treat
natural splendour regaling,
this fellow wayfarer
happenstance gifted autochthonous...

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We The One Who Die


There you have it, something marvelous that is nigh impossible to achieve…
A small country hamlet that has completely banned smoking, you better  believe…

Somewhere in an offbeat location in Indonesia, people...

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Each day I desire to feel your warm touch and loving affection.
Only to be satisfied if I'm yours, and your love's my possession.
There may be rejection, but my love is here to stay.
I always look...

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Church to Blindness, nothing to see
Crystals of light shining before He
Slowly the mist consumes all
Expanding its tendrils- Wait! Up above darkness falls.

Slowly He approaches, no sword in hand
Attempting to view the fallen evil on this...

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The drum is sounding
From Queens in New York
Stretching to the horns of America
And the horns of Africa
Hear them applause
They call it the Trump drum of triumph
I sat on my chair of reeds
And looked towards north...

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Inspired by the movie "Accidental Husband" starring the lovely Uma Thurman and ever awesome Jeffrey Dean Morgan. 

Be open to love. Be open to life. You never know how amazing your life could turn out....

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Written on 29th and 30th April 2012.
BY: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian) 

Father time always has lessons to open heartedly preach,
Of late have understood few of them, which was for a long time out my thoughts reach.
Now life...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine...

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.. continued 


Flag-lowering is a daily observance at the Wagah Border, open to the public this day.

 On our view of the gate:

   l --- Bharat ------------------------------------------------- India --- l

A crowd gathers on...

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I drifted to this place	 
When might I drift away?			
Am lost in time and space		
Cold feet encased in clay		

Afraid.  I am offbeat			
Next year I will as well		
Shamefully repeat			
Tucked inside my shell			

Are false masks better...

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laying in the bath tub
he threw up again
devouring the headache
addicted to his worst enemy
i cant tell you the symphony she played upon her arms
the sharpness i tried to keep at bay
how hard it played upon...

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BORN AT 47
I am born , now at the age of forty seven
I am surprised, as I seemingly feel
The same fresh air of thrill
May be how the freedom starved folks felt
In the historic year of...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed -...

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Swaying and shuffling to the bathroom,
		once again,
			I hoped this time that I’d summon the wherewithal 
		to finally start my Saturday.
  	But my visit was bookended by
		my usual return to bed.
The previous night’s tequila and...

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(Any resemblance between said title,
as told tummy by ya finch,
and commander in chief,...
not accidental, nor a cinch
buttock hum posed on behalf

of these bottom ming out
fifty states, plus Puerto Rico inch
ching, donning, and clamoring
desperately for fluffin...

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Why am I so quirky when it comes to my daily routine?
for I always thought these things could go unforeseen.
Last night I pulled out a microwavable meal of cuisine, 
looked at the time to cook...

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I was an odd little girl.  At a very early age writing, and seeking out nature.  I
loved to wander libraries and art galleries, while other little girls played with
dolls together. A loner, lost...

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I was an odd little girl.  At a very early age writing, and seeking out nature.  I
loved to wander libraries and art galleries, while other little girls played with
dolls together. A loner, lost...

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oh, how i wish i could write
like the wonderfully weird e.e. cummings
but the right words somehow escape me
left only with personal shortcomings 

it’s clear, i’m no Shakespeare,
Keats, Poe, or Byron
though heed my many utterances 
as...

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