Long Rambunctious Poems

MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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LOVE POEMS II

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the...

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Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in...

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I have been used to living alone for so long
I am determined and easy going but headstrong
This morning was rather strange because I was on the train
I woke up with people gallivanting around me in...

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I refused to pick up this pen and vent the words etched in my mind
An invisible ball to float upon my thoughts like a sing a long as each letter forms a sentence I prolonged...

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Woven are these pages in poetic verse,
With bare threads of our deepest feelings,
You will find laughter, tears and remorse,
and words of wisdom, prayer and healings.

What compels their pens to shed poetic ink?
What forlorn moment inspired...

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Yukon, Oklahoma was a small rambunctious mining town a hard days ride from Dallas in the days before the car,
Back when genuine doctors were as scarce as honest men - and every other building was...

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Every summer Mother’s folks would take us to their cabin. ‘Twas neither big nor fancy. Had no furnace. No TV! 
The cistern pump beside the sink was all there was for plumbing. So primitive…and yet...

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(1.)

(*I wish I didn't know now, what I didn't know then.*)
Bob Seger, song lyric, from, " Against The Wind"...

I Wish I Didn't Know Now, What I Didn't Know Then

I recall rambunctious racing boy of a...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty
immortal in it's protection of this pristine...

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Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams,
Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's,
books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "...

To thee of beaming sun, virgin...

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A lone sunbeam washed over a sleeping face.
Soft fine curls swirled over the child’s head.
How lovely to watch a child in sleep,
Refreshing, renewing, the promise of youth.
Naptime was precious for this mother.
A time of quiet,...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njHvGxZgTPk

Relaxing Music for Deep Sleep. Delta Waves.
Calm Background for Sleeping, Meditation, and Yoga.

Amidst human tempest
malevolent fiery brew
whereby renegades who 
kickstarted effective coup
I laid down with
eyes wide shut yours truly drew

listening to above
world wide web hyperlink
silently...

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When I was a young boy of about eight years old, we lived in a neighborhood, high up on a hill, on the outskirts of Charleston, WV.  Our house was built on a slope...

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The rivers are racing with a glee of free morning stampede today
carrying the currency of silted centuries and the cool silk of the wind's summer saga,
within my heart I feel the rambunctious rush of wanderlust
this...

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repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler. 
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric. 
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. 
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant...

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The Webb’s my second Mommy and Daddy of the year ; It’s only June
 Mr. Carver, the social worker rambles on as we pull into the driveway 
 My five year old eyes open wide...

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Severely withdrawn as a doggone lad...

I wanted someone to hear me shout for help
as recently recalled
when yours truly a little barking whelp.

After conversing with Amélie Beth
(yesterday February 26th, 2021)
yes, the same sibling diagnosed
with nodule on...

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I seem to keep punishing Bo my naughty Golden Retriever,
He sneaks and lurks and is suspicious with Rosie our sassy cat,
My daughter says she caught them snuggling, I don’t believe...

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Amiana was so very happy
When she finally got to go
For a wonderful visit to see
Her happy Grandma Flo

They both got right on the ball
Since many years had passed
Without any visits at all
Now the time was...

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Pièce De Résistance Lauded...

Ninety years April 9th 1929
after maiden USA début
hoop fully more than a few
remain, a filial connection
I can cultivate and hew

cuz, the ghost o' me late
mother, would be Jew
(red eye with swollen tears),
bull...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging...

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Paternal Grandfather Aaron Harris...

Lovely bones long since disintegrated
into dustbin of genealogical history,
if still alive would rank as oldest person
clocking another one incremental increase
asper in chronological number
anniversary of his birth occurring within July

year unknown, but within
latter...

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Wearing Daddy's boots & cowboy hat & not much in between
Why, Momma, ain't she just about the prettiest baby you've ever seen?
I'm sure wishing she was talking, reading her mind is quite a trick
And she's...

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MY WITTLE WRASCAL


                               Theres nothing...

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