Long Pshaw Poems

It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give...

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It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give...

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Beckoning
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Yesterday the wind whispered my name
while the blazing locks
of her rampant mane
lay heavy on mine.
And yesterday
I saw the way
the wind caressed tall pines
in forests laced by glinting streams
and thick with...

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Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing beard,
ah...don't remind me,
those well worn faux paws

of each dear deer...

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STARBUCKS AND COOKIE

I sit in Barnes and Noble
Looking at the figure-display over the snack bar
Oh how out-of-place    in time    they look
Twain
Shaw
Hardy
Dickinson
Hemingway
Have read them all
Out of time
The artist has caught...

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Only when yours truly busies himself...

Feigning to emulate NON GMO
garden variety English major oh just so
ho-hum, this ousted son and cingular bro
biological byproduct of papa's yoyo

after mama taut Peppy how to grow
big and become vein,...

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Deception In Soup Creek

There once was a town called Soup Creek amiable and quaint
Filled with all these characters, a perfect picture they'd paint
It was founded to protect the innocent
Where one was welcome to come visit
A...

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Oh my, seems I’ve lost my height!
Doc, please tell me, “What is the source of my plight?”

“Tis true, you’ve lost three inches,” she said to me.
But doc, “How could this be?” 

“It happens after menopause,...

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Doom and gloom sure aren't my middle names
More like upbeat and happy for which I'm famed

There ain't no damn future in promoting ill will
Each morning the sun still peeks over the hill

There's enough negativity in...

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“Pshaw!” My grandmother said
as she thumped and bumped about
her crowded kitchen
steam rising, having
heated conversation with herself

Rankled by my grandfather's
latest excuse for not helping
around the house

Thwack!  She smacked
the meat down on the counter
pounding and whacking
dinner...

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"Rhyming poems have nothing of substance to say
They're childish! Ridiculous! Silly! Passe!

What's that - 'The Raven,' fine prose, you assure?
Pshaw, a talking bird is not Literature!
'The Road Not Taken' - how indecisively trite
'Shall I Compare...

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I watched his world dance to the coast line symphony,
a tune that hummed pshaw.

I thought death, silenced the story
but when remorse trots along and settles among ones heart,
haunting ghastly at how pruned,
it has something more...

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acrostic

R   Rumbling rafters! cabin fever has struck.
O   Overnight, I decided I would go
A   across state in my trusty Tempo truck 
D   driving through the night and driving...

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