Long Pushcart Poems

Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of devotion
has felt the winter hoar
and shed her dress;
companionless,
she shivers—nude, forlorn.

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Everything is still, 
Everything is virtually quiet on market street 
I walked slowly down the street
listening to a silent song singing from a distance land
Then suddenly a  strange stench oozing from the Chinese wholesale
Store...

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The Pearl from the coal mines

The wonderful age of thirty is Sathyaprakash,
He’s a vegetable vendor with a pushcart,
At the end of the day, as the Sun is setting ,
He returns home to join his parents.
Yes,...

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All About Robert
 
  

Robert was born with a birth defect known as spina bifida. A disability that has 
not stopped him from achieving success in his life. Robert serves as an 
Advocate for...

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Robert M. Hensel
138 East Bridge Street
Apt A
Oswego, NY 13126
USA.
 
Dear Editor,
 
              I was wondering if you would be interested in adding...

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Defenders Endangered

Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part!
Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart.  
Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart.
Thus, setting some selves apart as better…smart.

The endangered protecting the endangered –
Compassion fettered by solutions...

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We’d like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard,
ripped off by dogs, will guide his tipsy steps,
his doddering progress through the scarlet house
to tell his mommy “boo-boo!,”...

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After the deaths of Tristram and Isolde, a hazel and a honeysuckle grew out of their graves until the branches intertwined and could not be parted.		

Through our long years of dreaming to be one
we grew...

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You might perchance think: why this change of heart, 
But things do change. Not so is from change free, 
Give me one chance, one chance for a new start. 
I thought, he cannot think of...

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At Sunday Market in Srinagar
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My son pulling my arm,
Pointing with his finger dragged me
To the little (Bihari) boy,
Selling toys on a cart
In a corner of a busy street.
I said," Son, what is the price? "
He...

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Well, bless your cotton-picking heart,

she said in that sweet southern way

they have of nicely saying dumb fart.


Sorry i didn't know your precious art

was not  Picasso, but paint by numbers

Well, "bless your cotton-picking heart"


Well didn't...

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Though building his own tomb,
he’s not insane.

His violinist friend’s body lies
within a glass box.
Violin tunes drizzle 
over memory.
This musical funeral, 
he finds charming.

A corpse and a carcass are alike
in the sand.
He wonders 
how long the...

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Here by these shores
Salty waves splash
Certain and true


Sun drenched boats
Weathered afloat
Forlorn in the wind


Noisy seagulls chatter
Endless cacophony
On jetty rails


Sea shells unearthed
By looting children
Shouting happy finds


Kites in the air
Following windy fancies
Skyward faces glance


Ice-cream pushcart
Desserts for the...

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The LES is still there 
Spanish people playing dominoes 
Orthodox and Hasidic people 
Walking around 
The years have changed the place 
There is a nice mural with drawings of the past 
Jewish life there 
The...

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alkali streets
bleed with the dreams of
humanity, angels in
bootlegged Blahniks

flutter wings of
dubious intention
a silent wisdom of the gods
spills empty pockets ...

gilded pillars of
Olympus, brought to
ruin by pushcart
pariahs -

the tattered pages
life scribbles on -
a cursive profanity to...

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Thoughts, they float on rivers,
they roam anywhere at all,
a joyful heart has risen,
invitation from the dawn,
misty eye reflection caught,
on early morning camera,
picture this upon a bridge,
today I dream waterfalls,
lucid skyline mental prompt,
motive in the dna,
my...

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