Long Stewing Poems

Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child...
courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures
while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight 
while he took tea and crumpets within mistress's boudoir

The following verses typed out some years...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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This is not really a test.
More of a survey,
so there are no right or left answers.

Did you mean to say
Answers are both right and wrong?

Yes.
Isn't that what I said?

Not quite, but go ahead.

How would you...

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Polly's jaw dropped. "The baby?
Damian's son. Well we're is he?"
Molly laughed. She had it bad for
Damian and she was engaged
To James.
"He's in the room. Damian and 
Dolly are on a date so he 
Dropped him...

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Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir

Nsync with variations on a theme:
of drool worthy Reuben Sandwich
(consisting of corned beef, 
Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, 
Russian dressing between slices 
of rye bread that is grilled 
until the bread...

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Back approximately half my life ago
dissociative disorder 
if qualified to self diagnose 
mein kampf psychological state...

I lacked emotions where others concerned.

That refrain replayed itself,
when wife picked up 
(like a broken record), 
where parents left off
before...

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She runs for President
investing  less carbon footprint and dollars
than did her less permacultural rivals,
a top campaign priority.

He invests his Stone Soup platform
with organic roots of cooperative intent
inviting us to share both what we have...

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We need no further
corporate monocultural information
about Donald Trump's degenerative past predicted
and predicated future trajectory,

No further need
to vigorously stir
frantic vengeance of liberally lavish lovers
against autocratic white privileged
stark patriarchal fundamentalists
for Winning Global Salvation
or Lose your worthless spiritualized...

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The buttery changed the subject
To lighten the atmosphere
He decided to make the object
My preoccupation with fear

The butterfly said, “Why are you afraid to give something a try?”
“You shouldn’t worry, you’re not gonna die”
“Are you afraid...

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The Bachelor Spectacular
by Michael R. Burch

One heart? Tossed aside.
The other? A bride’s.
In all his great wisdom, the bachelor decides.

Eeenie, mean-ie, mine-y, mo’,
one gal must stay and one must go.
If she hollers? That’s the show!

No heart...

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Let bygones be bygones though bygones bite on
Blessed to have had good times it’s life it went wrong
though it hurts good memories
to the end they’ll always be 
my friends and never enemies 
mean the most...

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An old lady sat near a window, near a window looking out.
With her radio going she sat there sewing, with an occasional look about.
On her thumb she wore a thimble, as she pulled the thread...

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T'is the time of year when things do go bump in the night
a time when witches come back to life ready to snatch a child
to boil up in their evil cauldron that walks and even...

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Misery accompanied, haltered, tethered... tattered web

This health conscious lx year
roam'n, hoodwinking hoodlum doth wear
two pair bullet proof underwear,
(which confession rarely trumpeted),
plus yours truly admits unclear
why tibia long in the tooth fellow,

prevaricates with tongue in cheek...

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At the sound of the bell, you rushed on the floor and as the morning breaks you push through the door; the screens are filled with numbers the phones are lighting up and you just...

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I sat there.
Stewing.
Angry at the world.
That day,
on Easter,
I had witnessed a Christian church service.

It was cult-like.

They worshiped beings,
having little proof of their existence.
They chanted verses and phrases in unison.

It resembled a hive mind.

I returned home...

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who left trail of heartbroken sage woman
commander in chief deliberately stoked,
née sparked long
simmering smoldering, and stewing
long festering white supremacist altercation
fiendishly igniting racial conflagration
exploding during late spring 2020.

No matter no child left behind kibitzing
(yours truly as...

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The child stands valorous before the door
    With nary a tinge of fear or dread.
Armed with a spatula and a pancake flipper...
    She wears a stewing pot on her...

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One day Homer Hawk was sitting on a gnarled fence post.  He was hungry.  He 
was tired of the usual fare, mashed rabbit, pureed gopher and scrambled 
armadillo.  He wanted something of...

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Call it intuition…
She’s got what we need before we get to wishing…
Simmering, stewing, mixing,
molding and making;
Adding sage and wisdom, sugar and spice,
Stirring, pureeing, refining; baking.
Her recipes are full of love and devotion,
Her soul goes into...

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Sonnet doubles, a look at this dark world...RJL

(1.)

What Of Humanity, Life And Happiness Lost

Dark spirit, sad heart battling against mortal mind
sad breath of warfare and its slashing bloody blades
aftermath, in death's red-gore, truth hard to...

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I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. 
Brought back by popular demand. 
They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. 
Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths....

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Somewhere between increasing size of the uniform
Maturity kicked in, and I grew up, mom
Molded to be different than the peers I grew among
If I were to, meet my child avatar, how I would be viewing...

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A tune flickered on the radio
As we waltzed into the kitchen
My hand wraps around yours
As I flick on the stove top with the other. 

You grab a pot out of the cupboard 
And I grab...

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Sauna Bath of Love


Magic in her hands’ soft touch electrifies
Reciprocating the wobbly clutch of my giddy spirit 
Sailing in the ethereal vacuum of love and bliss;
While lustful heart with vertigo swing and spin:
Ecstatic soul revelling...

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