Long Oliver Poems

In London Town, a girl was born
Who lost the crown, but won the scorn 
Of Lady Margaret's deep disdain
For something proud, she cannot reign

Her daughter's name was Mary Grace
An angel with a beaming face
Who blessed...

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Note:

Dear Chris,

I could go into souls as mindbody identities with interdependently co-arising individuation, also known as living, and incarnation, but my gut says to go to your 4-soul prototype that has been useful in your...

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I guess the candidates and polity saying "no"
to Earth's human refugees
during this their Thanksgiving time,
did not finish their Darwin biographies.

While endosymbiotic evolution,
indigenous to any one species,
can devolve to survival of the fittest,
this is most likely...

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I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug...

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When Oliver dropped out of high school, after his sophomore year, he went to UConn. We never understood why, other than the obvious, that the main campus was our back yard, and he didn't like...

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My man’s veiled message unclear
I’ve dallied for four long years
Sis, have I ever been
Fooled!
Turns on the charm on a whim
Parades what you saw in him
Just a tad so you are
Fooled
There’s not a ring
not a vow
no...

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I'm still waiting for my first automated rifling phone call,
Scripted to begin:

Hello Gerald Oliver Dillenbeck!
What would you like to health invest in this wealthy day?

So I could answer with
Compassion, even for telemarketers
of narcissistic death technologies.

I'm...

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My mother's name was Seraphine
A sadder child was never seen 
Her duty was to serve the table
Of newly widowed Mrs. Grable

Her husband Mr. Grable died
To keep the British gratified
For which the lady, born and bred
Was...

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Welcome back my weary friends
I promise you this story ends
But not before your time flies through
A tale with a horse or two...

On streets of cobblestone and gray
Where beggars sleep and orphans play
The aged, sick and...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." Mary...

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Roman à clef tragicomedy...
overlaid with façade of fiction = Mein Kampf

in summer re:
typed out during winter of my discontent,
when yours truly no spring chicken
stirred ruse to expatiate poetically
regarding following rhyming reason,
hence mine lovely bones 
into...

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The curtain rises on Bumblebee Babineaux walking self-confidently along Chartres Street.

Bumblebee [singing]: Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, nobody’s gonna slow me down. Oh, no, I got to keep on movin’… 

Tom Sickley, a disingenuous...

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freedom day 
(april the 27th 1994)


far too many brave compatriots died

and

flooding rivers of tears were cried

far too many families ripped apart

with

daggers cutting into their heart

the pain is felt still deep today
on this glorious sun-splashed South...

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Dear budding poet,

Regarding modern poetry this is a result of poets such as you redesigning forms of poetry written through the ages by different nationalities, famous and just ordinary people like you and me.

When composing...

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You are a gift from God you truly are
A blessing with a miracle
A blessing sent from Heaven above
Who is so precious as an apple of my eye, 
You are my little baby boy who captured...

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When I was young and fate was kind
To every wish, I had in mind
No appetite for greater gloom
Betrayed the joy that lit my room
 
Where nothing but the night is black
And black is never dark...

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Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you...

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Evening has quietly tiptoed away on slippered feet
Houses up and down the street are silhouettes

A garden looks white- washed in moonlight, 
And the faint sound of a train whistles through the air 
  ...

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I read on the internet
you can't blame your parents
you can't blame the Government
your choices make your life

Granted I agree with part of that
but I believe that Governments, 
society, parents and the child 
all carry a...

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I was always looking over my shoulder at her baggage

little did i know at the time 
but her baggage 
was within my sight
on our first few dates
what ever the circumstance 
she wasn't at liberty 
to...

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When the apostles of Jesus Christ, after his ascension into heaven, spread the doctrine
of Christianity throughout the ancient Roman empire.  Those who made their profits in
making pagan idols for worship accused the Apostle Paul...

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...At first he said, “It’s okay, babe.
I work hard, I deserve my play.
For several years he managed it,
played to the masses in the pit.

They lived the high life, best they could,
for a good while it...

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On September 10, 1813, United States naval Commodore Oliver Henry made this 
statement from his stunning victory over British forces in Lake Erie in Canada.

"We are have met the enemy and they are ours."

And there...

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Carmena knew why he was here,
their parents’ smiles made it clear,
to set her up with Oliver,
who always had made eyes at her.

They didn’t like her dating Chad,
and always spoke of her man bad,
but she knew...

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Jack and Oliver were identical twins,
born way out there in Nebraska’s Sand Hills,
from the beginning everybody said Jack
was possessed of a remarkable will.

They said his small town would not contain him,
the country life was too...

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