Long Petticoats Poems

"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau...

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No One
by Michael R. Burch

No One hears the bells tonight;
they tell him something isn’t right.
But No One is not one to rush;
he lies in grasses greenly lush
as far away a startled thrush
flees from horned owls...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was sitting up close to your date.
One hand on the wheel...

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My opinion on religion Take 1
I am in the unexpected throes of spring cleaning
Suddenly with no warning 
7 people are unexpectedly arriving in a few minutes for an Easter lunch.
Easter lunch already?
Why didn’t anyone mention...

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A Princess sat on her throne in despair whilst her father bellowed “is there a handsome prince out there?” 

“We have waited so long, as a matter of fact, I don’t care how he looks...

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is everyone from Barking  Barking mad?
Does everyone In Lambeth do the Lambeth walk?
Is Leicester Square In Leicester?
Is The Elephant And Castle a place where they hide Elephants?
Is Oxford Street in Oxford?
And Paddington a bear?
Highgate...

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This is the motivation behind why individuals look for Men's Petticoats progressively step by step. 

Notwithstanding, you need to work out control while styling a petticoat. Something else, an idiot proof style like this can...

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The Room of the Unrequited
By Roger White
    That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room.  Dusk crept through the windows
smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull umbra on wall...

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A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
that's newly sprung in June
and my love is like the melody
that's sweetly played in tune.

And...

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Comin Thro the Rye
by Robert Burns
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
Oh, Jenny's all wet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
 
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the...

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There is an ancient sadness that runs through you,
Creeps through your core,
Burrows deep,
Bound fast with rotting roots,
The sorrows and sufferings of your ancestors,
Immovable in decay,
A proud heritage,
Of hypocrites,
Heretics,
And the occasional martyr,

You know them still,
Lain beside...

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Ethel Hurst

1889 – 1918

I saw the town rise up
Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain.
I played a multitude of hop-scotch games
With my best friend Hannah on Penn Street.
And sipped a hundred ice...

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I pored through the scrapbook pages, my mind flooded with childhood memories of Mother. I remember the summer she and I picked plums off the trees in our backyard and made plum jelly. I remember...

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The industrial hull of the SUV 
Sways with the slightest wind taps 
And pothole shoves. Popeye’s signs, 
Golden shell displays, the lingering smell 
Of Premium-grade gasoline. 
The prices are Down, but our gas meter still...

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Look, see my little ones,
whose innocence upon their faces,
I keep safe within the pockets of the spaces,
that lay deep within my heart. Sealed with a
special lock and key.
I guide and guard them by day.
I see...

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I love pink rose flowers                                                   Kept safe by thorns on the...

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Lagniappe 
 
Wide plantation shutters open 
  With the laziness of 
 	Summered streams 
To blink against the shimmering reflections 
 Of brilliant midday 
   Dancing on the cobblestones, 
  	Mingling...

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You are desperate to be wanted. 
To be desirable, 
to be completed by another. 
You click, click, click.
The selfies, the lols, the omgs,
The “ur so fit xxx”
The likes and the retweets. 
You need to be...

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It's Saturday night at the old town hall. The Caller’s voice crackles through the loudspeakers:

Ladies and Gents, square your sets,
Now join hands and circle left.

Ladies’ petticoats swished; and men’s boots shuffled across the shiny, wooden...

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Oceana

Oceana flings her sequined petticoats
Upon the sands as if to toss the seaweed 
From the swirling edges
While she dances with the wind
With each turn she swings her skirts
In thunder
As she passes – faster, faster -
Until...

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I'm sitting here in my flannel pajamas, anticipating Sunday's snow.
A hardship? Not really, but an inconvenience when the girls want to wear
their fancy dresses with the stiff and scratchy petticoats, and the boys
want to wear...

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In Japan, people make a Spring pilgrimage
They go to pay homage to cherry blossoms
When the earth nods its head
When the sun warms its forehead
It causes bare trees to burst into bloom
There a hundreds of dresses...

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I browsed thro' an old Sears-Roebuck Catalogue the other day.
The necessaries shown in its pages would be antiquities today.
It illustrated harness, horse shoes, things to tend horse's withers,
And displayed everything from anvils to fifty-one string...

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At the Parisian Ball

wrapped in finest gowns

of virgin-snow, sugar-rose

and washed-out pistachio pastels

The  hour-glass shapes

 with tied narrow waists

waltzed with gallant men

togged up in midnight-dusk tails.

Victorian ladies in frilly petticoats

and gossamer laces

swirled in delicate silks

Lifting...

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Come visit us under pink tinged twilight skies..
among boughs borne under a song laden tree. 
In fair view of land, meadows green coiling rise,
one hundred twenty counted souls, and me.

The older children play, running in...

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