Long Privates 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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State of the Art (II)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer 
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch

Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands grey pearls
under moss-stubbled oaks, full of whispers, complaining
to the darkening...

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The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver a pizza instead
 
The Afghan Hound

The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s...

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And that is why... this platform is here for answers they can't deny...
It's a truth within a complexity that is standing high...
Let us follow the roots and explore the depths of its grand design...
Cause every...

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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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2nd HALF - due to Poetry Soups file size limitation - 

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I need some natural,
organic,
spacious kinda time.
Where is nature in this time,
my time,
our time?

Perhaps nature is to time
as solid forms are to flowing recreation,
as body solidarity is to mind creativity,
as Yang is to Yin,
as Full-Blown Climaxing...

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I had to come round, word on the street tells me you were caught in

bed with big Brenda.

Well, let me just put that rumour to bed right now. I wasn’t in bed with her, she...

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"Drip, drip" said the mildew-stained stone cellar walls of St. Peter's cathedral,
Where a goblet of wine dripped into a priest dressed in robes violet and medieval.

Down into the crypts beneath the church's alter he had...

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If it was 1942 
Relationships would carry substantial views
Since about 1983 
Things have changed drastically

Backwards, zig- zaged, upside-down 
Destroyed traditions have become muted sound
Men are getting milk for free
While feasting on all the meat they...

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Poems about Poets

Elemental
by Michael R. Burch

for and after Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil—
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea...

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Romans 13:1 - “The authorities that exist have been established by God”… 

Though that seems more of a facade, long shot and a fraud from a world long gone
Since sin no longer seems fiction in...

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I seem to of late to live between an inner life of double doubt and life aberrant that relates to a coincintude that female hate is alive and well, as it subjigates its tentacles around...

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Stacks of Aloneness
                            by Odin Roark

He wandered here...

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Looked to see, and correlated datats, and 
When the uk women of the higher education status, sed
Highest rates of alcohol consumption in the world
And then the Oman, womens page said they are also 
High in...

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Listen, my dears, and I'll tell you a tale
Of a princess, a pirate, and glory.
There's a shipwreck, a rescue,
A romance, a ransom,
And a handicapped whale in the story.

There once was a princess, fairest of all,
But...

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Banging your head against the wall burns 150 calories an hour
However, there are some definite side effects
Remembering to put on you jockeys or your bra if you're a lady
Or if you've recently given up group...

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The Bichon Frise

The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou 
That the crowd duly wowed has to coo 
‘Til the dog starts to droop
And its owner to scoop 
Some acutely embarrassing doo

The Border Collie

It was not...

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It was kind of late that night,
I’d had a few drinks, so I was feeling alright.
I happened to be the youngest one there,
But nobody really seemed to care.
We were all having a really good time,...

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(for: Those who go by New Tarzan) 

We have heard many of those lofty tales; 
Of her toying with our golden rule: 
Of her flying strength across the roads, 
When some fawning dogs of buses...

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"Reduced, the mechanical universe -- 
which includes man -- 
naught is but countless quantum particles of force and matter 
in one vast void."
-- the Reality 
minus the magic

*   *   *

In youth,...

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It was the summer - August 4
When England joined the First World War
1914 the very year
Before wives and children shed their bitter tears

‘The war to end wars’ was the battle cry
Before there had been one...

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Wretched working weekend
Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
twelve hour shifts,
praying for Monday.

Noisy nurse's station,
patients pressing call-lights,
you'd think they'd all be resting,
but instead they're up all night.

With their East Texas accents:
"I need hay-elp" patient cries,
always adding syllables,
"I wet my...

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I can tell you this:
                   I’m virtually in tears.
Maybe it’s that kiss
     ...

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