Long Pealing Poems

Foggily out of cryostasis, I come ...

A slow, painful waking to a vessel that's shaking
         from the stress of its increasing mass,
And at once I'm made sure...

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COFFEE
       HOUSE 
       BLUES


I am
in the A.M.
Am I ?
I think I am!

It is A.M.
in the coffee house
down on MacDougal
down the stairs
behind closed doors
another...

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One day as our little Dragon passed by a house, he heard someone in distress.
He shouldn’t have left his window open, for he’s now in store, for a big mess.
Dragon ran quickly up to the...

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Dragon got to thinking… And that’s always a frightening thing!
One of my son’s went into the Army, so he would do the same,
He’d been told, Soldiers are our Heroes, and he wanted to be one.
So...

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Whichever Man

Beyond the window there is a stripping of the mind to the other side. Lost to the lost-world of pain, it gives way to blasphemy then begging.

It's not a touching side as yet but...

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      Butterfly bless dances from flower to flower, 
sipping nectar with its slender proboscis imitating Bacchus with prospectus,
direct to us.

Streaks in the open air with flagrant color, 
as the morning...

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 Continued from Part 1 

3. TEATIME INTROSPECTION
Amongst the many are the few
who maim and kill and think it’s true
that purple war’s a parlour game
when really they’re submerged in shame
for crimes for which they are...

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That ugly duckling face of yours 
resembles the back end of a horse, 
that second face you have a gory sight 
a clogged lavatory orange bright,
both worthless to the human race, 
so I’ll tell you...

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Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering...

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The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather around in awareness. By Poet



Let me tell you a story.

Can...

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At eventide,
Under the roseate glow
Of the receding evening sun
I sauntered down the road
To where my beloved dwell
Not far-off from my own abode

Fast by his threshold 
A low moan issued from his room
I made open the...

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Granny’s been a worrying the neighbors, as she drives without delay.
She takes off, in her golf cart, driving one handed, waving all, good day.
Pealing out of the driveway on two wheels begins her trips, come...

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Eulogy For An Unsung Hero ©

The late John Sidney McCain III,
     now flies with Arrow Smith,
     Babbitt, and Jefferson Airplane
five days shy of his
   ...

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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic...

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What a quaint and small conception you have of the world

Sunday

Sunday

while you are polishing your rhetoric in pews
with the silver laden coffers of your charity
tucked neatly into your wallet

Sunday

A bright angel of hymns goes dancing...

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Walking down a forsaken road will often lead to mourning
Life offers no guarantee of happiness. There is no warning
that in dark places, there lurks a wicked demon, spawning
temptations before us. We should reject him with...

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Vanishing varnish kindly stood the test of
time in sweet and salty impermanence

A boat shed overgrown and faded into
significance of messages and meaning
of rays and days going by and moving on

And nights of course with moon...

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Final Prophecy
by Michael R. Burch

Listen to me now and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.

Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black, and white is...

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I Am Touched

I am touched.
You came to me in spirit, 
As it should be,
And though I can hear the steel rumblings 
Of the outside neurotic world,
I can hear your silent ghost voice squealing there,
As with...

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Lazy Sundays, a sleep in until whenever, sunny day bbq or a driving adventure, come to think of it - What is it that you are looking for?

A romantic dinner for two, a glass of...

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Thunder storms raged forth in grandeur and the rain fell splashing in torrents,
The brook water levels rose and burst their banks flooding walk ways and paths,
Drains around buildings became blocked with shifting gravel, paper and...

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Under Florentine sunsets, once home to maestros and Pope's,
Ruled Medicis shallow ego, carved in marble from impassioned breasts,
A Renaissance of heart creating visions of Man's Hope's,
Donatelli, DaVinci, Michaelangelo some of life's royal guests.  ...

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I'm giving God the go ahead 
To pull off layers in my life
All the ones that gunk me up
I've accumulated over time

The first one that he pulls on
Hurts but it's my pride
All because I think...

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I climbed inside a Christmas card
that sat upon my sil
a magic scene of a winter's eve
a house next to a mill

The sky ws black with a crystal moon
that sent an eerie glow
and shone a light...

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He did it, no qualms or faintest moralistic trait
He knew the vulnerability, went ahead
To reap the benefits from someone’s plight
Like a scuppered beast in flight
Wearing a private smirk of victory
To walk away and cast his...

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