Long Plexiglass Poems

Poems about the Coronavirus I


yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1
by michael r. burch

plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse



yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #2
by michael r. burch

sunflowers
hang their heads
embarrassed by their coronas

I wrote...

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The Game of Hockey 

By Government decree, lacrosse
Is Canada’s national sport,
But in the hearts and minds of Canadians,
Hockey rules supreme.
Hockey is a winter sport enjoyed by Canadians since 1875,
When the game was first played, on...

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I love spending nights on the lake.
Once the oven-like sun disappears,
things get suddenly quiet, except for
the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs
and the soft lapping of the lake on the boat.
When the moon rises...

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I can’t make it, I can’t make it
I’m dying without any of my loved ones around me
Becky can you drive any faster
Hit the gas already
My chest is caving in, I feel like I can’t breathe
I...

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Panic


At a young age I was given eyes to see something I could not comprehend.
Given ears to hear things unbelievable. Unimaginable.
Things that exist in movies, futuristic hopeless movies. Where the grim white smiling mask is...

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Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait
Of a Savior with ardent heart burning
Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges
Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter
His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace
He...

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A Red Rose sticks out from between two stone,
So bright this Rose that's blossoming here.
Reaching between two great stones for a trickle of light,
Pleading with it's petals like hands clasped praying.

Such a curious and unique...

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The General is a bit of an authoritarian.
He says, Breathe! And you say, how much?
Twilight is much more chill; she just says, “See you ‘round!”
But then you’re bouncing along to a happy tune,
and that’s not...

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Fair is a word tossed between us,
quick breaths across wet teeth—
a fleeting agreement that nothing ever is,
except for our burning complexions
beneath the relentless, arid graze of summer sun.
The skin engaged in a heated debate.

But that...

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I move with stealth, assurance 
Muscles taunt beneath striped coat
Footpads softly caress the ground
My home
My sanctuary
The grasslands and forests of India
Men refer to me as Bengal
They wish to trap the predator
Sieze my freedom
Place me in...

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slate

my slate is written on
i’m whole inside
with gaps and things

to please
the imperfect

with dreams sewn on
with seams and borders
zigzag quilt lines frown
and chuckle

they even do battle
exciting thunderclaps
and calming ponds
arise with power
like kingdoms inside

i choose the players
who...

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I still see him
Walking slowly beneath broken streetlamps,
Sitting at the edge of the needle-strewn playground.
He seems slower, less busy about his work,
An air of defeat stains his scythe.

I believe he is suffering from “post Covid...

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