Long Overpaid Poems

Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood.



bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u are charming...

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Isadore LeMaster was a kind and friendly person, who never spoke in haste or told a lie.
The finest vet that Oxford ever had - the guy was special - and if you’ve got the time…I’ll...

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It is not patriotic
to desecrate a flag
or even denigrate a nationalistic anthem
celebrating a war-torn patriotic flag.

Yet is it even anti-patriotic
to refuse to bow to it,
the flag, that is,
to not stand with supremacist intentions
while singing about...

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I’ve mucked around when drinking beer like many other blokes,
who love to be involved when playing silly nonsense jokes.
It’s great to see a ‘bunny’ puzzled and completely unaware
that pranksters are around him, but he doesn’t...

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I love the way the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences let Will Smith sit there, for 40 minutes, preening in the front row, in plain sight, after he assaulted a black man at...

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Our Supreme Court
Just allowed corporations free rein,
Unlimited power to effect our popular elections.
This regardless of,
Where stockholders may live or stay,
Corrupting the whole process of our Reps selections.

What this means to you,
Is the next Representative you'll...

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Therapy is afraid of me,
I'll write it down for you to see. 
The mental examination process of my necropolis, 
Abomination  of mental stability, into a thought abyss.
If you think before you act, you're ability surly...

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Everything in life
Came easy to me.
That all changed
When I got my own family. 
Dirty diapers, late night feedings
& so much crying. 
It was spiritually, mentally
& physically trying. 
I'd do it all again 
That was the...

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Losing with Grace.....

Baseball players know how to play
their game and move on.
When they lose, they lose.
They don't talk of collusion, or who
stole bases and worse..
To call in the Fed to play the game of Farcical Illusions,
They...

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Salt of The Earth



Ordinary people
That’s who we are
Our triumphs
Our sacrifices
Loves
And torments
Go unsung
For the most part 
Un-noticed by anyone

Ordinary people
Who’s lives may have suffered tradgedy
Quite sperate 
From the world of celebrity
Who’s weight loss and weight gain
Who’s...

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Why must the American people keep asking why
The FBI always seems to get a Bye
When accountability for one's actions
Should be so high
Persecution of so many a- lister's stuck in the public's eyes
Though they deserve the...

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I give up
no 
strike that
I Quit.
this is not happening
no matter what I do you--

that's just perfect
lets blame it all on me then shell we?
oh I need to calm down
I'm over reacting?
I'm not even raising my...

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Now another bird. My poem for those who, in a period of uprisings or vice, and want to depart with light heart and cheer.

Nymphea and Hymen! I see the tree of Hymen gleaming in the...

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Designed by the man,
extortion from subjects.
Who gave you the right
to adjudicate effects?
We pay your wage
for treatment of cattle.
We stand in your lines
to pay our yearly shackle.
Payment for own property,
on which, you've thrown a saddle.
Your strong...

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Golly, this day could be my very
last!
So no, I am not going to organize
my house really fast.
I will sit with my cat, her calico
fur, a love drape upon me.
With warm cup of Joe and yes,
writing...

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They are void--
On empty- without
Emotions or compassion...
We keep feeding them with ours-
They take greedily-slurping
The foam off the tops
Of life's abundance. 
Pretending;To feel something.
They interrupt your life with
An emergency-
Always exaggerating...
This or that-
Grand-standing then
withering
Like a Christmas flower...

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Some day the inconsequential may find itself revealed

Dare to walk this plateau of significant insignificance 
this mind of indifferent
and apply such a steadfast mitigated circus
in clogged up self-ingratiated opinions

Better that every servant serves their purpose
and...

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Good News—Basketball Season May Be Cancelled

By Elton Camp

Of outrageously overpaid, whiny jocks I don’t care 
For fifty years I haven’t watched a game anywhere

When in college, some of our team’s players I knew
Mention a present...

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Silently, I view your eyes.
Marbles, moving towards judgement.
So easy for you to surmise.
Where they came, where they went. 
Haughty, you ignore my report.
They sadly sit in abject failure.
Icily, you give sharp retort.
Treatment of trash, forced...

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Ever been given the “bum's rush”?
It happened to me yesterday
By this highfalutin dermatologist
Who's definitely overpaid

Appeared to me his only concern
Was how many souls he could see
To help him choose between a Jaguar
A Mercedes or an...

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Everyone has a good old time,
they're written in songs, they're written in rhyme
they have their own days or have their own season
and none of those guys get more applause
than that fat old dude called Santa...

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Edie cries for everyone, thrown into bins
Dylan cried the blues
Joni parted yellow curtains

At The Chelsea this afternoon
overpaid prophets,
socialites and sattelites collide.
Take me away
bring me back to that Chelsea.

Broken free will combusts,
change your frame,
carry a shudder
but...

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Clogs  
I always wore clogs with solid socks when a boy
bought a pair today, not made of wood and leather
but of some plastic stuff. I have tried them on
walked up and down in the...

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I dance in the shadows
And sing from the gallows
And write verses without an eraser
I'm a Supernova racer

Look me in the eyes and smile
I'm doing the two-step on the tile
My only sinister intention
Is to break down...

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The footballs on the tele. 
The stars ain't in the sky.
They are kicking bags of wind about
Faking injury's all the time.
The wages make your eyes water 
The antics make you cry.
Oh the footballs on the...

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