Long Pop out Poems

Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both worlds grow obscure.



Muse/Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

“What will you conceive in...

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Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.

There...

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Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood.



bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u are charming...

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On a typical English day late June Joe travelled the above country road, his buisness was in the construction field, and this day he was estimating work as per customer enqiriy, this being the case...

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“The Juniper Prize: Between the Known and the Unknown”

That man built a house 
of straw and sticks
and the stories that burned within -

all consuming the titled prize;

like a bird 
sings a song
the metre repeats and...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (III)

A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied onto hundreds to thousands of web pages. That’s a lot...

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A pondering of multiple raindrops from a detrimental storm onto the empty fields, crashing into them as hard and loud as clashing metals. The depth and existence of love weighs over any deprivation an unexpected...

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O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Ace of the furnace, finest of the dynasty 
You strut your breast high
And ply strain against the yearn, 
Against the fire, the desire for sigh 
Haughty, you stand, before the...

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Ooh a scented grape graphic. Now that's wisdom. Contained a logical pattern in a juice cup. Heron haven heaping. Wisdomstic of a Judas flaw. Consealed in Sanskrit. Heavenly heaping cream on a very large bun....

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From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life, I bought an unparagoned cow. 

superbious gait
she glimmered in bright...

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Poems about Poets



Long Division
by Michael R. Burch

for Laura Riding Jackson

All things become one
Through death’s long division
And perfect precision.



Nod to the Master
by Michael R. Burch

If every witty thing that’s said were true,
Oscar Wilde, the world would...

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Stuck in between races

I stand melanin enough because all my fellow people think they grew up with the struggles they heard from you. 
I stand here because your daughter was accused of being racist.
See you...

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Hello all, my name is Raymond, but most folk call me Ray.
I’m just your normal bloke, who works bloody hard each day
to earn a pay packet, that gets hijacked by my wife;
so, Jen controls the...

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When you are in love, every single moment becomes a treasure to be wrapped and saved in heart forever. We move on, life changes……. but these memories bejewel our lives. They bring back the smile,...

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Now for the final act,
I go over to the broad
      lying on the floor
                ...

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I made a covenant with my eyes,
Never to look lustfully at the thighs,
Not to look suggestively at a lady,
Not to admire her pulchritudinous body,
What has happened now..,
I find myself sinning in a row,
Am selling my...

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River Ethiope has swallowed another big
                             ...

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when they met
the discussion went as such
a.“do you see yourself having 
children?”
b.”no.  there are far too many things
that i want to do in this life.  a
child would just complicate matters.
besides, the responsibility! ...

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dear ms.
roman catholic 
secretary sebilius---
are you aware of what you have done to the young women
living within the borders of the 
empire, today?
are you aware that your 
delusional
christian
“ethics”
have led you to stand in front of...

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there are those that think they have a
one-on-one relationship
with the faces on their screens,
they draw conclusions from looks that
they give the camera & things that
are said in fleeting interviews---
these individuals secretly want to be
on the...

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I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:

This screed you call...

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Duct Tape Will Fix Most Anything

By Elton Camp

It’s one of the most versatile products I’ve seen
Duct tape, whether it’s gray, brown or even green
Any cracked tiles you don’t really need to replace
A bit of sticky...

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October 30th, 1863 

Halloween eve, before the clock turned the day- almost midnight. 
The moon just right, full, and nearly hidden behind a thin layer of dark grey cloud. A perfect day for a walk...

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Wouldn't you rather~

Wouldn't you rather be dead?
Maybe shoot yourself in the head?
Over my dead heart, I'd never want to be a zombie like you.
The sight of your limbs are rotten all the time.
All synonyms say...

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Kapow!  Here’s mud in your face! 
Poetasting rhymes, rhythms and nuclear waste. 
Playing in mud pits, kitchens and certainly laced 
Everyting that’s made . . . in this mysterious place. 
Prob’ly shouldn’t eat this...

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