Long Railed Poems

For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight...

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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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I was listening to Cornell West,
who described our catastrophic tolerance of disvalues for others,
situations we would never tolerate for ourselves,
disvalues like homelessness and hunger,
but also like random violence, 
abuse and neglect,
lack of caring,
as a "conspiracy"...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely...

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~ In  His   Light  ~
 (  Mirrored Hourglass  )



~O~
 


 Love   Worship  Pray  Trust  the Lord

 Lord won't leave you alone

 His mercy will...

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The Whiskey Bottle Wish

 	One late summer night outside a saloon in the mid-west, an intoxicated Dusty Rogers, stumbles out of the Bar nearly taking one of the revolving doors with him. As he flutters...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(closing in on the eighth
anniversary of eighth orbit
around mister sun),
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share 
how one and only...

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Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(early May 2021)
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz seventeen years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal...

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Ever wonder where big ideas come from?

Memories of FDR
from newsreel clips -
a lion-headed striking man
with rakish grin,
jaw jutting proudly, 
signature cigarette holder
clenched in his teeth
tilted ever upward...
soaring to the heavens
as he cruises by
waving to admirers
in...

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Poetry

As I sit here, at my table, pen in hand,
contemplate – there is nothing I understand
about that which flows – I write
not knowing how or why ?, the sight

before these eyes – one calls poetry.
Blinded...

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I had a long argument today...
Whilst sitting by the 
surcharging charging airport port,
shouldertoshoulder with this pastor.

Delayed flight and low juice
kept us there, squared off;
shoulder to shoulder.

He with his Righteousness,
me with my Right View.
He with all...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz fifteen years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal illness

I still reckon how...

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The whips will crack across the back
of the steers that won’t move on.
Every day comes closer now
for the day they will be gone.
All these ‘beeves’ on the trail,
will be yarded sold and railed,
and the cowboys...

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The wind came down from the canyon with a quite heat
It was to his back as he faced the crashing waves
He watched the pelicans skimming the rolling surf
The sun warmed sand felt comforting beneath his...

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For you are to be held up in
Judgement
By they so empowered;
Whose hot genes spilled from
Incumbent towers
Upon a warring continent -
The Sovereign house thus 
Pared and deflowered!
Thinning the blue bloods flowing 
Within the veins of royal...

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Below is my original post from 2 weeks ago, President Obama has 
announced that VA Secretary Shinseki has resigned "voluntarily" from
his position, but let's face the fact the President fired him behind closed doors
so that...

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Why do we have such trouble
          trying to explain
the height of ecstasy 
          and the depth of...

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In better times, Anders Throne once was
a good husband and loving father,
married to his sweetheart, Rosie Smith,
who’d grown on the Chesapeake waters.

He worked as a lawyer, was well renowned,
had a little boy by the name...

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The words struck cold fear in my heart.
What was I to do?  I didn’t know.
This was not supposed to happen,
so back to the doctor did I go,
and the words he told me there
were just...

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I remember living in one room dingy and dire 
with old lino on its rotting wooden floor. 
I remember crystallised spit dangling from guard at the fire; 
as mother cleaned, he'd only honk the more....

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a...

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Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.   
 
Against injustices they railed—
within shed...

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Like Moses fleeing Egypt 
and finding refuge in Midian
I was a stranger in a strange land.
Having fled Chicago in ‘84
I journeyed east to the
unpromised land of Detroit.

8 Mile Road.
“I'm a man
I'm a make a new...

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On the day that Lord Jesus was crucified
so were two thieves on His left and His right!
One stayed unrepentant right to the very end,
the other did receive new insight!

Now Gestas, 
the one placed to His...

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...He thought of it for many days,
then went and bought a colt,
when Ma saw it, she railed and screamed,
her peace she could not hold.
Redmon had to sleep at the ranch,
in the big, long bunkhouse,
but it...

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