Long Shire Poems

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here that a Roundhead - did a Royalist Cavaliers blood in...

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The Sheriff, not a pleasant sort 
Was learning of a bad report
About a soul, Who stood defiant
And swore an oath, to topple tyrants

Who once was noble, but now has strayed 
Hell bend upon his rebels...

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supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Ice cold mic hold 
A flow that’s so ferocious 
a Higher level focus
Exposes my neurosis
bogus amateurs are hopeless
Yoga poses lotus 
Possibly psychosis 
Or Musical symbiosis
intelligent my opus 
intellectual Hypnosis  
Rhythm in fluid motion
My style...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023

IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug
who ascribes to writing poetry
as opportunistic, holistic, and cathartic
warming me body electric
courtesy an outsize 
warm brimful...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2024...

(Any resemblance between the following humorous account and real life circumstance tis purely coincidental).

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2022...

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager in Nigg
(historic county of Ross-shire,
historic region of Ross
and Cromarty, northeast
coast of Scotland).

Somehow postiche...

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Villanelle
by Michael R. Burch

Is poetry mere turning of a phrase?
Has prose become its height and depth and sum?
What happened to the songs of yesterdays?

Does prose leave all nine Muses vexed and glum,
with fingers stuck in...

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There is hope in every nation; for the word is going round
That Australians are sweeping fear away'

They are ardent freedom lovers, who are forged as hammered steel, and thery're gathering supporters
Night and day!

There are honest...

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Coinneach Odhar
The future in his sight
In the eye of his rounded stone
His visions became right
 
Predictions he made
On Seaforth lands
At Brahan Castle
In this shire of grand
 
One day ships will sail round the back of...

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Or Bored With The Rings

Carved into a tree in Mirkwood:
Watch out for Treebeard, girls. He's fast!

On a restroom wall in the Shire:
Hoo boy! that Bilbo Baggins,
I'm so tired of His Naggins.

 
Scribbled on the pink...

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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It...

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Yo,

I was in an empire, part of the rebellion,
I was luke and han solo,
Takin' photos, of a world in love with chedda'
Prayin' all day for things to get betta'
Askin' Yoda in the sky for some...

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The sun shines its a beautiful bright star,
As i drive my car its along the bitumen tar,

The trees sway and the bushes breathe,
I want to move to the country i want to leave,

I want to...

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David Hurleys run away, he placed a sign just the other day.'
Closed till further notice I've heard.? It's beggars belief upon my word.'
I wonder if his door is round.? Like at bag end? And bolted...

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My Carolyn and I, on Plymouth Hoe we stand
To leave this shire of Devon, to far distant lands
Our desire to leave, and this change in our lives
There's a future out there, for me and my...

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Jazz Horn

Now put your left foot forward.
Next put your right foot ahead.
See how that works?
See how the workings of these two appendages
Facilitates the outcome
Of one continuous forward motion
To where you’re going … in this world?
Welcome,...

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BLOTTED OUT
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined...

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I wonder what he was thinking, the man 
mounted on a stool, with his elbows resting on the bar, 
eating a Big Mac and sipping coffee from a McCafe coffee cup. 

The outside view he...

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Past the Darling plateau, down yonder
Through the docile jarrah trees
Where the wildest flowers wander
To and fro adorns the breeze
And the quietest fields of daisies mourn
The bodies of those once scorned
Safe away on endless tether
Awaits the...

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"He is brave and a warrior fine--
In a stroke, killed twenty-nine!"
Thus went word from town to town,
Only to come back around...
"A better man there be none,
Seekest thou a finer one?"

Crept-in a common sight of doubt:
Who's...

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I asked the wee Munchkins, "Which way do I go?"
Figured since they lived here, they would be in the know.
But they looked at me uncertainly, scared of the witch.
Then realizing she was dead; they did...

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There is a little town deep down south from which I came. 
There you will find beauty from the beach, beyond are waves that crash into the 
sand and hills that line the shore. Each...

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I lie and think..? And think then dream..On how it will end?
What will be the scenes? The die is cast..' So many now
Know.! Many more will soon, and that will show.' Will they
Lose some more.?...

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they dug a path down Church Lane
with walls that , to my child’s eye
seemed to rear up sheer and cold
as though reaching for the sky
at the extremes of my memory 
not much else is really...

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This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To fertilise the land.
No tractor and spreader
Just an old ‘oss and...

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