Long Poultice Poems

Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She...

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Randomling 1:  Matthew Macfadyen

I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause nothing rhymes with "Macfadyen”.


Randomling 2: Birthday Wishes
  
For my birthday,...

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Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks for the summaries.
I was teaching Shakespeare’s 92nd ridiculous sonnet
to my...

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The Great Falls of the northern Plains is actually a chain of five seperate waterfalls
varying in height and majesty extending over 12 miles,
they also confirm that the right river was chosen,
we had hoped that the...

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What say you naive with all your poultice,
                     foolish fervor to your reverie!?”
“Mark me damned...

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Faulkner's comment, I imagine him
tossing it off like Yogi Berra between games
of a doubleheader. The hero, the expert, the virtuoso
has no real control, is going to feel
unmitigated, unsparing forces, a mighty sun
swallowed by a black...

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                   O, I see you're coming back to Ella 
of the Cedar's Tale, more and amore, 
as...

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Virtues are more than they appear to be.
Ripples of connectivity.
Something switched on with the light?
A companion, manual, override.
Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue skies'-

But not like a knife,
that cuts the whole...

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Just?
 look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best.
You have much to celebrate.
Celebrate diversity, the joy of
sex in the city. 
Make it, 
YOU, at your behest,
the center of your Universe. 
Where only...

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(Inveniam viam)

Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails 
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales 
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their...

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III.

Through the boughs, crept the goddess of healing,
   Circling around the branches with ease.
   She saw the warrior beyond the trees,
   Then stopped in her place—carefully kneeling.
She watched him...

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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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Well I’m seventy-six, but in love, I still feel
Like a sixteen-year-old (whole ‘permission to learn’ bit!)
I sit on the left! Sigh! Dad’s far to my right!
But it’s me in the driver’s seat! God, it’s surreal,
For...

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THE MEDICINE MAN

When I was a girl,
We lived way out back,
In the swamplands where life,
Was hard but no lack,

Of love and good humor,
And inventive fun,
We were tired but happy,
When day was done.

One evening my uncles,
Were...

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They were on the summit of the hill as if poised in a portrait.
The breeze ruffling the stud's forelock and mane as he arched his head
responding to the reins he moved on as his rider...

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When I was a girl we lived out back,
In the swamp lands where life was hard but no lack,
Of love and good humor and inventive fun.
We were tired but happy when day was done.

One evening...

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Summer Solstice Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton


The Celtic solstice brings forth enchanting fear,
   equinoxes altitude from the moon’s apex glow,
      the occult in its nature is rendered by the head...

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The wealthy seek company with your ten-acre heart and one-acre mind. 
Groupies swarm beneath your haloed window even on rainy nights.
Tapping tambourines and triangles to poultice out those nuggets of life.
You slowly walk away from...

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Thanksgiving 1930

     Mama was running around the house trying to make space for everyone to lay their heads when the night draped the day.
     The house was...

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They say he had three Mothers
The Earth, the Wind, and Water
And His father was the Sun
And the Moon was his daughter 
He wore a gun in his belt
With clothing made from hide
As He walked, He...

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Fig Leaf

“While the fig leaf traditionally covers naked shame
The fig leaf also makes a healing tea of restoration” Quote by poet.

Ducking beneath a quilt woven of the fig leaf
 To sip upon a homemade brew...

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S--t Happens!

Does sharing s--t with others make one's poems poetry: 
Blank verse or rhyme with meter win if metaphors disguise
The fact that truth is absent: is there love in bigotry, 
A plethora of nuance monkey...

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The evening turned to morning 
As I awoke from my slumber
The fire in the hearth
Now, just a glowing ember
I didn't stop for coffee
As I headed for the door 
And there, I stared in disbelief 
As...

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The experience of penning one's thoughts to paper
for the perusal of others
offers a certain inner satisfaction
that must be experienced to be appreciated;
letting your words guide you
to a deeper appreciation of your surroundings and self.
Poets do...

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An Oceanless Beach

What is it to see 
but never emerge from the dark? 

Children marvel at color, 
movement, 
perception, 
not knowing 
control mongers await them, 
famished gluttons who relish 
adults obviating consciousness. 

Some risk pain,...

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