Long Shelve Poems

(continued from A Year Of Months (January-June)
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/heroic_crown_of_sonnets_-_part_one_772928


A Year Of Months (July-December)

8. July

July now follows summer's song of June;
with sun ablaze, her days are humid, warm.
Great time to languish in the afternoon,
and later, watch an evening...

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"A White Sheet of Paper."  Part1

Once upon a time I was a white sheet of paper
Pilled between hundreds on a shelf my neighbor 
For years was an old stapler.

I was full of life yet...

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I don’t have the financial muscle
To wrestle the American State President intellectually
If the truth be told ;
I don’t have half enough in my savings account
To ridicule the financial dry seasons I went through to this...

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The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief

Potential life of as juvenile delinquent
(ala bam mean future streetwise thug)
stopped dead in the tracks – manacles
the above two lines hopefully gives hint
nearly changing changing life of one boy
an undersized...

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Judge Daniele Saggio

This year of our salvation, sixteen twelve.
Now.  Gentileschi? Don Orazio?
This suit is yours.  You’d press it?  Drop it?  Shelve

it?  Very good.  And you are Tazzio?
Beg pardon, Tassi....

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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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POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS

Fair Game
by Michael R. Burch

At the Tennessee State Fair,
the largest stuffed animals hang tilt-a-whirl over the pool tables
with mocking button eyes,
knowing the playing field is unlevel,
that the rails slant, ever so slightly,...

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Go at anyone but didn't think it would be you,
I'm thinking okay but who on Earth are you,
now let's pick it apart and unearth the truth,
expose your rhymes, not bulletproof.

I'm not doing this to save...

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Now scores of years 
after botched minor theft penchant 
courtesy security guard
analogous to inquisitorial trenchant
unforgettable verbal lashing
(suppressing me ululation to vent)
unwittingly arresting snitch behavior
plus potential life of crime.

Not a peep passed thru 
pursed lip o'...

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Allan leaned back in his chair as he munched
on a piece of bread at the small cafe,
he daydreamed idly as he sat there,
his wife Janet was again running late.

He didn’t mind, since he had the...

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My world today is a pallet of grey
like the skies above without my love
in the thermals the eagles soar
within my heart the feelings roar
crystal grey clouds shadow my life
the joy I hoped for has become...

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Gratitude suffuses me today
at prospect to plumb the depths
of a fledgling friendship
(respecting fidelity to wife)
even one bound 
within the parameters of cyberspace,
I feel courtesy your amazing grace
figuratively stitching omnipotent binding
with virtual satin and lace
proceeding cautiously...

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Some go to a shrink or psychiatrist and jabber, 
I do this anywhere anytime,
I express, pen press and feel bliss for free,
open cus opinions mean nothing to me,
I guess people don't matter cus people flatten...

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Sometimes i hit the store 
purchase oldest pirates wine on the shelve.  
Other times,  
i take me out to a classy restaurant 
dine mercilessly on the delicacies my tummy can handle.  
But...

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     I have to turn back the clock of time-  the pages of my life,
to when I was just a little girl who already knew all about death;
  ...

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Night and day, a thrashing
     like an invisible whiptail
surge van hail,
doth swell me bosom
     excruciatingly, doggedly blackmail
capriciously be-numbingly,
     aggravatingly assail
mine conscience in

 ...

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You’ who have a Holy Bible sitting on a shelve.
Do you read, study, search? For your spiritual selves?
The most given sold book on this earth,
Has been around long before our earthly births.

Two thousand years ago...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)

Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but...

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In a situational disaster 
disintegrating faster 
I need a little chat
with a mate, I got a bastard!

Who can't give his hand,
time is precious on demand,
not a fan of understanding, 
he'll dis you and abandon.

Write it...

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Dear people, 
It may please thee to find,
A peacefully priced scheme to these rhymes confined for a time in a cursedly mind,
A curse! It might seam, in search of the dream,
get in line behind the...

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The Long Count Calendar, Cycle One Ends

December twenty-first, two thousand and twelve –
The Mayan long count calendar sets sights on that year.
Are there ecological and cosmic questions to delve?
Is it time for modern man to...

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At the time of the incident, I lived in an old mansion,
that was undergoing renovations and expansion.
Outside the night was dark and a storm was raging,
but, I was cozy in the library with hundreds...

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Don't be crying, if you have been sleepwalking
Don't be crying, if you are lost and stumbling
Don't be crying, if walking the wrong road
Don't be crying, its time to lighten the load

Verse 1

Time to be yourself,...

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Why oh why do I even still try.
When all he does is make me cry.
Then really not even care at all.
You can tell cause he never calls.
To check on me or to even just talk.
He...

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Once upon a time, I was created by an 18th century jeweler,
but I do not remember his name because of course I am very old;
          for...

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