Long Parkas Poems

Poems about Things that Break II
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter.
 
 
 
Water and Gold
by Michael R. Burch
 
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert
when every flower...

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Starlight and Moonlight II

These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …




Deliver Us...
by Michael R. Burch 

for my mother, Christine Ena Burch

The night is dark and scary—
under...

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Corporation Blues

Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They...

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Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They leave...

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I was standing in my dining room, drinking a cup of coffee, staring out the window the other day.  Across the street is the school bus stop, so for a brief time, each morning...

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goodbye summer goodbye
i will miss them so all the flowers in my garden 
they needed me and that felt right 
i spoke to the flowers explained to them
about the sun 
about the shade 
about the showers
i will miss them so 
all the flowers...

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At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillowy packs that is spread out making a white-out
of black streets lanes and piles of pearly...

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It's a mid December morning, 
and it's 85 degrees.
There are no cool breezes blowing,
just some high humidity. 
Yes, I'd like to build a snowman, 
but it's hot out as can be.
Down here in South Florida,
there...

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Oh, was it in this dark-Decembered world
we walked among the moonbeam-shadowed fields
and did not know ourselves for weight of snow
upon our laden parkas? White as sheets,
as spectral-white as ghosts, with clawlike hands
thrust deep into our...

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We got really dumped on yesterday

Was hoping we would miss out on this one

But must remember, this is Canada!

The land of ice and snow and parkas and snow shoes

At least that's the general perception

We have...

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Suppose we ran it by a friendly Martian
(I’d say “by Martial”, but he wouldn’t be gentle).
You crave Armani, Hugo Boss, Versacci and
that Hilfiger who’s naff, naff.  Are you mental?

This myth of exclusivity’s juvenile
(I’d offer...

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Babies cry, sleep, change nappies, feed. Toddlers drink water from cups. Younger brothers, younger sister, older brother, older sister, small town, large country.
One lane roads, one lane bridges, unsealed, 60mph, in the dark. Bush covered...

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Godspeed, Farewell

Good riddance, I say,
Godspeed and farewell,
Full of your damage and misery of cold,
Let me forget you as I grow old.

Let me not think that you will come back,
Give me the sun of sunshine days,
One...

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Just because you think you're special

got news for you my peeps all over the globe

us Canuckies have unique stuff to offer

even in the summer, we walk around in parkas

and mukluks wearing nose tuques

well, that's what...

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Winter Is Here

Winter has come! (The season for fun)
Sing with cheer to those near,
“Bring out the boots and tuques,
Parkas and scarfs, mitts and snowsuits,
And long underwear,
And other paraphernalia of gear.
Winter is here!”

Snowflakes appear, falling out...

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Just because you think you're special
got news for you my peeps all over the globe
us Canuckys have unique stuff too
even in the summer, we walk around in parkas
and mukluks wearing nose tuques
well, that's what the...

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Pussy willows are growing
                              By by...

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This winter's been one big dump of snow
Will it ever stop or even just slow down

The neighborhood's come together
So we can all get out from under

We're struggling bundled in our parkas
Giving our shovels quite the...

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Parkas mark the change
heat coming out the vents
helping keep the warmth of
the summer indoors.
Beautiful sunny skies greet
the long pants and long-
sleeved shirts for those who
venture out form behind
closed doors with closed
blinds.  Warm cocoa, hot
coffee,...

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Down from North
bitter winds blow,
bearing great clouds
pregnant with snow.

Whirling, swirling, 
whipping past,
the blurry blizzard
is scheduled to last.

Way below zero
the temperatures fall –
frostbite a danger
waiting for all.

People shovel 
in parkas thick
covered with snow
in just a click.

Coming...

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My Sunshine shines on my mohair suit, flickering explosions of perfect light
Heels a clicking causing small sparks on the cobbled streets.
Shirt and blazer so sharp and neat, a clean white cover on my scooter seat
A...

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If bees have knees
They must be quite tiny
What about elbows
Or cute tiny heinies?

And what about thighs
That end at the knees?
Do they ever wear shorts?
Are they hassled by fleas?

Now how about hair
Is it long and flowing?
Do...

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If bees have knees
They must be quite tiny
What about elbows
Or a cute tiny heinie?

And what about thighs
That end at the knees?
Do they ever wear shorts?
Are they hassled by fleas?

Now how about hair
Is it long and...

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