Long Pert Poems

If God
is good
half the Bible
is libel.
-Michael R. Burch

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Willy Nilly
Michael R. Burch

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?

Isn’t it silly, Willy...

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Willy Nilly
by Michael R. Burch

for the Demiurge aka Yahweh and Jehovah 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
 
Isn’t it...

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Beckoning
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Yesterday the wind whispered my name
while the blazing locks
of her rampant mane
lay heavy on mine.
And yesterday
I saw the way
the wind caressed tall pines
in forests laced by glinting streams
and thick with...

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Lusting Abyss, his Darkness.
.
Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness...

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My receptive wide adoring eyes rested within the ambient light and bathed in The Shadoe and shade of the scene
Where before me a paragon of sublime refined  beauty 
So sensually seductively and arousingly delightful...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired...

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Yesterday I was in a little funk
because I got peed on by a big skunk
             took a long shower
    ...

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This is the story of my life,
So filled with joys and strife;
This is the story of my days--
Through countless doorways!

This is the story of my dream--
And of my shimmering moonbeam.
This is my brief tale of...

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Every state is a verse, and America is a poem. 

         Can we still seek a ray of hope in the middle of vast gloom?
  ...

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I was awakening from my dreams, in search of an orangey sun,
As dreamers had always done, since warm vibrancy of day one.

I was emerging from fine silken coverings, in the usual way,
For wild places beckoned...

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Just as well I was driving at a moderate speed.
Having resumed control I spied Lelia sticking her tongue out at those reckless varmints.
She stopped the minute I noticed.
Odd.
“Children …….sometimes you have to act like a...

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“Azure blue sky dreamer.
Where you bound today of mystifying  days?
Can you hear me through that enigmatic fog?
Your Milky Way incarnate hyper trance phase.”

“Fellow wonderland  adventurer.
I’ve been pole vaulting otherworldly golden orb frontiers.
As I...

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Heard my grandchildren the other day,
“We’re bored to death” is all they could say,
There just isn’t anything for us to do.
That got me to thinking about how,
the troubles that these youngsters have now,
would go away...

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This is the place the ’punchers come
when it is time to drink their pay,
ride in from the hilly rangelands
to forget cattle for a day.

Norma in the kitchen will cook
beef and spuds for this roving horde,
her...

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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned

The sky was pale blue on...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired...

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I tied ole paint at the old cowboy’s shack.  He’d been in the crib mucking stalls, haying a little and shucking corn.
I observed him at his chores from the porch as the day kept...

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The Cyber Nymph
Loch David Crane
August 18, 1997

Lie back--expose your belly ring		
up unto the sky. . .
I just hope when I get down close
it won't put out my eye!

That summer I was 48 
and she pert...

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Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing,
sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings.
Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see,
niver mind wee thing jist let it be.

Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered...

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A STORY OF TEENAGE THUGGERY, JEALOUSY, TEASING AND TAUNTING - 
THE DESTRUCTION OF A PROMISING LIFE ................ 


Staggering down the rain-drenched street 
I see you, reeling drunkenly 
like a sailor trying to keep his balance...

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"I never travel without my diary - One should have something sensational to read"
...Oscar Wilde, 1891

30 May 48:  I graduated from high school today now thank God I'm free!
No more doggone homework, perplexing algebra...

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I was in need of assistance, was getting no attention. In this world of greatness and superpowers Help, taboo to even mention. Being swallowed up whole in total apprehension. So, I asked for, there opened...

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In the safe refuge of lyrical poetry, I cocooned.
My broken shards fell on a tear-stained screen.
I am the one who steers my own route attuned.
With every brushstroke, many specks are seen.

My broken shards fell on...

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Just another Sunday on the Sunset Strip
Where a country concert had taken a grip
People had flocked from all around
To listen to their favourite sound
Josh and his buddies were up on stage
Their twangling guitars did the...

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"Pearl Diving" (Part 1)

He had wondered where to put his Quill
the ink pots were all dry
he lived in his little world
in the mountains somewhere up near the sky;
he was seeking a new story in the...

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