Long Rambler Poems

Officer Gwendolyn Becker - a “newbie” - at Newark P. D. down in 'Joizey', was combin’ the streets for a couple o’ thieves who’d been holdin’ up stations and stores...
When - back in an alley...

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Science is Fiction

Sir Popper popped the answer to the question of and whether science
holds truth and where and when for how long facts remain value’s 
         ...

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Narrator:  I take you now inside the mind of a ten year old miniature Eskimo dog who
 lives happily inside a Rambler house with a fenced back yard that serves as his special 
area...

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Back in 1957 
kissing Carol Ann 
behind the barn 
in the middle of 
a windswept field 
of Goldenrod 
with a sudden deer 
watching was 
something special, 
let me tell you. 
Back then, bobby sox 
and...

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POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS

Shark
by Michael R. Burch

They are all unknowable,
these rough pale men—
haunting dim pool rooms like shadows,
propped up on bar stools like scarecrows,
nodding and sagging in the fraying light...

I am not of them,
as I...

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Woke up this morning missing the country way of living,
This city life is just breaking down my stride,
I’m yearning for the rolling rocky mountain highs,
And the deep lush valleys startled by ancient pines!
Sky scraper towers...

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I stand back and gaze across my wonderful garden, in bloom.
There it lies in the morning sun, with petals glistening from dew.

No one realizes the extent of my love for the rose.  As a...

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Let me ride upon the crest of an aquatic wave, to spin and
Twist within the rippling tides, of the water spheres deepest
Ocean, allow this land creature to become as one, a liquid
Creature of complete fluidity,...

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“Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” – William Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen

Sweet Rose, for ages you have blessed the human race
with your beauty, elegance and grace.
You show yourself to us in so...

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LARRY LaVELLE

i call myself the man
it is not a pick-me-upper
it ain't no do-re-me
it is just the way i feel about myself
i call myself the man
one woman still loves me after 30 years of experience in...

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Nearby runs a mountain stream, purified with crystal rays
Of sunshine, in the pines a wild wind flows downwards
Brushing against the thickets, oh what a beautiful country,
For which I dwell in, at serenity’s farthest edge of...

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As Mad Dog Milt wanders back into the town
Caressing his trigger, his face wears a frown
Six months in the hills but it’s time to return
And somebody somewhere is going to burn

Six months of life as...

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I think of how you must have been
in bygone days with friends from your boyhood.
From things you’ve said, I picture you back then
blazing trails and camping in the Cincinnati Wood.

And then perhaps you stood a...

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Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal  venturesome brushstroke sort,
they paint sound and city pastel,
never at a loss for inspiration,
weather neither bar nor barrier,
in the face of whirlwind snowfall,
freezing ice, torrential downpour,
within themselves,...

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Chorus:

The countryside rambler refused to be confined
in an institution of experimentation and be abused;   
escaping civilization was her will to find freedom,
to see the new spring bloom and chase butterflies:
all she wanted was...

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I could've been a cheerleader,
I could've been a Wal-Mart greeter.
I could've been a magazine editor,
I could've been an intimidator.
I could've been a doctor or nurse,
I could've been a shaman and put you under a curse.
I...

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Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch

this is my tribute to the legendary pool shark "Saint Louie" Louie Roberts

Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince...

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Even today in Texas 
after twelve decades
people are narrating
the story of John,
the courageous little hero 
who fought two heartless outlaws;
was he allowed to own a gun
and protect his mom screaming?
One of them resembled Deniro
with a...

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Sweat sticky between
eyebrows, deuces
wild 
Like his eyes, those
lonesome dove eyes 
Prairie eyes, ice
cool despite the
rising heat 
Choking heat,
boiling on a frying
pan 
Round and round
those tables, red
and black 
Elbows and anger,
shiny greasy metal, 
Gin bellows and...

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Foolishly I acted in her presence
 After she left me ,realised her essence
  
an inextricable thread got removed, now my world looks palid
She embellished my life, like veggies to a salad


For she was the...

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Early 60’s feeling my oats, slow moving wasn’t my bag
56 Chevy, foot to the floor, looking for someone to drag
He’s a Rebel on the radio, smell of gasoline was strong
Marked off a stretch of highway,...

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All of the roads this bold rambler took
were narrow and dark; a half-moon hung very low
displaying its melancholic mood never turning mellow...
it had a perplexed glance as if it wondered how he mistook
its somberness as...

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Greed is a gambler...dropping the dice...high anxiety rambler
Roller coaster ride...eyes and ears set to extreme
Back and forth up and down...black, blue, and blurred in a blink in the breeze
Jokers always looking for that big jackpot...red...

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the lonely traveler pauses
to contemplate the road sign
ahead
the decision of deciding
a path
that has no foreseeable ending
just another choice 
to be made and lived
with

like a gambler
the rambler rolls
down a dusty road
continually chasing
the sunset
that lights the cirrus...

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At eases rest, he sits waiting,
The guitarist.
Withered arthritic hands,
Shake now.
His study gaze strains,
To read the noted page.
Thoughts drifting, pondering,
A gentler pace.
Reflections pause, amongst, 
Remembrance still waters.
Life's forgotten rambler, 
Traveling along destiny’s,
Long lost highways.
Castaways absent player,...

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