Long Peals Poems

Over yonder pastoral realms, with heaving mounds of green
Birds of variegated colors shine, where.streamlets gleam with opal sheen.
In circles round, fleetfooted Zephyr sweeps the laurelled ground
With footfalls that loom, a sweet scented voluptuous sound
Which gently strike...

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I remember yesterdays
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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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"Well, I Never"    posted 3 May 2021

Six musings on the word never...

you should never marry a tennis player      love means nothing to them

my wife tells me I...

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He crafted word ...
all plucked delicately
like the petals pulled for a vinok
precious and pink and pulpy
wove them, giv'n a similar grace
not for vanity, mind you ... or even title
but to stir the cockles
a soul-or-two ......

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(1.)

The Truth Of Dearest Love Sworn, I Ask God How

Over the grit-stained shoulders of ancient marble
Rests a million vagaries of humanity's million sins
Just as earth's flocks of beautiful songbirds warble
So goes the evils engaged in...

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Christmas Day of '61
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Revelation 3:12 
I will write on him, the name of my God, the New Jerusalem,
which is coming down out of  heaven; from my God, and I
will write on him my new name. 

The seventh...

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On that soon arriving Beama's Holy Judgment Day
Will we be facing the Son of Man, very sorry and
Afraid? Or will we be jumping up and down, singing
And shouting praises to our glorious Heavenly King
Hallelujah Hallelujah...

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Revelation's chapter 8 the seventh seal and the golden censor

When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for 
about a half of hour.  And I saw the seven angels standing before...

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Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, Harpo, Groucho, and Chico) 
whose acts brought generations of laughter to Vaudeville and 
then the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, and ransacked skits 
zoid material Bing very loosely based on writings...

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NOT incarnated in an unlight inside this Great Hookworm's duotoroidal traumedy-

NOR feverously skeined 'tween the Void's warp-weft over timeleft psukhai shivering-

NIL latency in thoughtfoam friths or thrice-past-madness witnesses to Tantalus' entelechy.


IT wasn't borne on echoes...

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some-tin-can-tan-man 
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
  a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
	in the skies
  clouds streaming down
hispeed downsload online power lines
  pavement-red trees ripe for slicing
 and many motored mobiles moving
i...

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets D’ art.

Who built this wonderful place 
who would bleed, sweat...

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Insurrection
by Michael R. Burch

She has become as the night—listening
for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with its soft chastening.

She has become as the lights—flickering
in the distance—till...

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When tons of doom filled nights fall upon your head,
embers glow fierce and fires burn unabated.
Recalling her last breath and wish you were dead
in poem's last line, you've been beat and castrated.
From the heavens, a...

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Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture eighteenth twelve
emptied shells retiring indicative delve
drain feign earlobes probes twelve...

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oh precious, dulcet diva, ocean-tide
you, of sand and foam and spindrift -
all your moods and meanderings
speak deep my spirit, wistful and wan
musings captured, gist enraptured …

       I listen, close...

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“Time is a gift that most of us take for granted. We get caught up in our daily lives and rarely take the time to appreciate the simple wonders around us.”
    ...

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When tons of doom filled nights fall on your head,
hot embers glow and fires burn unabated,
you recall her last breath and wish you were dead.
In a poem's sad lines you've been castrated.
From the heavens a...

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             Your judgments have me grinning.
Don't pretend you were immune 
from the Avarice of Pride.

Which you delved past cover packet 
into the gutworm...

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The Last Seven Plagues

those who bore 'the mark'
screamed from painful ugly sores
First of the Last Plagues

the sea turned to blood
and everything in it died
Second of Last Plagues

the rivers and springs
became blood--no more water
Third of the...

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(Free Verse) 


Take time to see around you 
So much that we take for granted 
We all miss those little things 
Which mean much more in life 

We blindly make our way sometimes 
Not knowing...

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My veil falls to my feet
I am at my most vulnerable
yet I lose my shyness easily in front of you
as your eyes acceptingly savor me.
I am in awe
of my ease of presence
and of your hunger...

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Moses was set adrift on the Nile in bulrushes,
The freedom fighter had encounters with God,
And trembled at the sight of the burning bushes 
Mountains quake, earth trembles, heaven is a flood.
 
With rain, thunder peals,...

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