Long Plops Poems

Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems

Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot!"



Clyde Lied!
by...

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Poems about Dogs

This Dog
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Each morning this dog,
who has become quite attached to me,
sits silently at my feet
until, gently caressing his head,
I acknowledge his company.

This simple recognition gives my...

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Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot."



Stage Craft-y
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a dromedary
who...

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Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the...

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Dog Daze
by Michael R. Burch

Sweet Oz is a soulful snuggler;
he really is one of the best.
Sometimes in bed
he snuggles my head,
though he mostly just plops on my chest.

I think Oz was made to love
from the...

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He is looking at her a bit sanctimoniously
He is about to mansplain again

"Am I spooking you?" he asks grinning
"I'm not trying to propose, Cutie.
God no. Could you imagine?
I just think it's possible, you know?
I'm just...

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You know when I think about it now and what I have to do,
a lot of you folk out there would have a bit of envy too;
you see I'm a 'lacky' for a vet, well...

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On the plane I meditated or at least I tried to.  Most of the time I get a seat to myself.  These days it’s just a ****ing Greyhound in the sky.  I...

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Submitted for contest:  A Child's Home
 adventure, candy, childhood, city, fear, first love, freedom,
Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home





Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home


I was brought home to a red brick apartment...

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As told by The "Redoubtable Marmaduke" the fog bog jogging hog


The odd bog dog
Was known as such
Because he lived on a log
By a bog
And everyone thought that was very odd

Now; the odd bog dog who...

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2:45 am

I set my case in the corner, empty the picks from my pocket
and kick off my shoes, it was a great night
She tosses her purse on the couch, blows me a kiss
and heads to...

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Clusters of refugee bubbles
         Expelled from the side of my tank
         Rise expanding in upward travels 
  ...

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Emptiness – I have known you perhaps since infancy
when I cried so incessantly when my parents put me down to sleep.
Was it maybe because I was fearful that some void would swallow me up
were I...

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Conflicted, dressed like a Santa Claus, Ed ponders the magical delight of Christmas time.   Is it only for Christians, or can it be for him too?  He likes this time of year,...

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Month December had brought paddy harvest too.        Father was busy in the field for harvesting.             ...

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Have you ever listened to The silence of God? I have 
The tear shaped raindrop as it Plops splattering upon a leaf 
Forming a stream that rushes as a river from source to mouth 
Once...

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shivering teeth the ceiling’s descent,
the drunken spongy borders of
dim imagined soggy pulsing
images in foggy spots,
exhalation and the sound of exhalation,
sense as the center of dampening paper
surrounded by our soft cocooning breath.
the shrieks are streaked across...

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I can't handle pretenders.
Something someone is not.
No 'spect for a paper gangster.
Living a fake life until caught.

A lawyer watching Son's of Anarchy.
Blue jeans with vest, will be looking phat.
Uber delivers him to a Harley shop,
wearing...

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The sun has been looking for me all day,
But I've chosen to hide under mismatched pajamas and layers of irritation.
I don't know what I'm angry about, I just am.
I wake up at 7:24, glare at...

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He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Forget-Me-Nots
Presented In A Posy
Tied With A Bow and Knots

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Fragrant Forget-Me-Nots
Picked Fresh With Daisies
… That’s What I Got …

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Forget-Me-Nots
Plucked Fast From...

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Floating scents 
of blossoms 
Walking in the ashes 
Of Derek's heaven 
Inbound upon vision 
Falling crystal teardrops 
Summer dew 
On the ground 

Beautiful gardens surround 
Explosive in nature's beauty 
Blossoms of all shades 
Bouquet the...

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Me again:
Blue parrots screech hawkers off the streets
Where rats and mobile devices scream
Insults into the ears of the sewars.
Whiskers and teardrops and plops of fun
Which dangle relentlessly above the
Green shoreline. 
Playing musical pillows at sinister
Dinner...

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Meanwhile, Mrs. Pappadopoulos
has circled back and plops down
on Fred's front porch, all tuckered out
 
So Fred cheerfully pulls up a chair
and together they sit and stare
openly ogling, gawking, gaping
because, as everyone knows-
it's not considered staring
if...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1tKP2npRz4

Sister Yanny baked brownies in the orphanage.  This was a  rare occasion 
for money was scarce and there were more important things to buy such as milk,
diapers, blankets, etc.   Buddy bounced...

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The Sounds of Spring


About: This poem is describes my feelings of the season spring. How the wonders of it are a miracle. A place so green dries and dies, when the cold comes. Then blooms...

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