Long Petted Poems

I want to tell you the story of my life.  I was born in a barn at dawn.  There
were eight of us but I was the only one with spots.  I was...

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It was a late Saturday morning, and I was getting my 12-year-old self ready for our weekly summer sand-lot baseball game. I had my ball glove hanging on my bicycle handlebars, two baseballs, and my...

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All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel.
 
I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel.  Apparently, I was lying in the snow...

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Espousing irreverent greed

Crafted one year ago today
yours truly – hopefully self plagiarism okay
worse case scenario, 
I would meet ill fate re: kenway
named after Assassin Creed 
Black Flag's protagonist. 

"Yo, I totally Kenwayed that guy." 
by...

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The year dear Callie - my best cat ever - fell victim to cancer,
she had lived 18 wonderful years
as queen of our house, for sweetly did that calico rule our hearts.
I’d realized too late her...

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October the 23rd 2024 at ten till eight the mighty Kublai died.
I was selfish and greedy wanting him to last just one more week,
even though a friend called saying she could help I made plans...

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Espousing irreverent greed

Passive stance, but aye agreed
and did promise to pledge troth
faster than greased lightning airspeed
once the missus temporarily
ceased menarche regarding monthly bleed
became in family way with child
thee eldest, whom one day may breed,
when permanently...

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Kublai has swollen lymph nodes in his throat that is why
it is hard for him to eat. The lymph nodes have spread
down his back, he won't last long. When it is time he won't eat...

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Various Heresies 11



The beauty of the flower fades,
its petals wither to charades...
—Michael R. Burch



the U-turn poem
by michael r. burch

Life so defaulty,
Life so unfair,
why do wee prize U,
what do U care?

LORD who lets unborns
drown in a...

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Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o'clock for 10 years.

He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against...

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Lampo

At the train station in Campiglia
Within sight of Elba Island
Stands the statue of a mongrel
A mix of a something Highland
The statue shows Lampo just sitting
His right paw aloft as if to shake
And facing the train...

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WALLS AND WAILS

I am confined within these four walls
For far too long and pray a wall falls
And the guns jam with wardens asleep
As I take a walk of freedom, a leap
To a new world without...

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The Dickens
                     Authored by Chuck Keys

Hot thickly sliced juicy turkey
sandwiched a mid fresh bread
tastier than...

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My Life as told by my dog, Princess!
I don’t remember how I was born, but all of a sudden I remember that I was alive
I could smell, see and hear
Somehow I ended up in a...

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You want a poem my dear damsel
abruptly I start this off beat for you still
after all these illustrious years
turn my heart into a robotic puppy
I curl up next to your feet wanting to be petted
to...

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A funny thing happened to me just the other day.
The friendliest cat came to my door wanting to play.
He was meowing like crazy, peering in through the screen,
As if calling to someone it’d been a...

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It was no cosmic coincidence that a persnickety intergalactic wise guy named Hub
with an arrogant swagger morphed into the center of a crowded  fast-moving Harlem jazz club 
on February 11th, 1933 at dusk, preplanned...

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The elevator opened on the 46th floor, to a small foyer and one plain, grey door

The door opened and a young girl, 10ish, in a blue, polo, tennis dress, said, “Hi! I’m Karen, you must...

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To say today has been a strange day would be an understatement. It started off this morning when I went into the den where our eldest cat, Paint, was meowing up a storm. I petted...

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Good Question

This is my 40 lines in 40 minutes poem.

How did I start off my morning today
It was the very same and usual way
Turned on coffee pot the did my business
Sat on toilet to be...

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“Even in your absence, there is hope my friend.
On that rainbow bridge we’ll meet to love and play again.” M. Morris


It’s at the Rainbow Bridge I wait for you,
dear human friend; my love for you...

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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes										
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers 
					
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the...

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We are pet sitting our neighbor’s cat and dog…which means we’re wearing two hats
one for Betty (she’s the dog) and one for Doctor (he’s the cat).

Dogs and cats are different…we know this to be true…
so...

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I bent down and sat on a elfridge log

While a crying frog came out of a bog

I set my precious best friend, Anya, on the ground

I distantly listened to the goblin and giants thundering sound

I...

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We first saw Cooper on our morning walk…and had the chance to meet
when, with tail wagging, he ran up to us as we walked along the street.

We imagine he ventured from his yard…deciding instead his...

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