Long Strutting Poems

“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to...

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“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos...

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Having been avid antiques collectors for nearly 4 decades, my wife and I met our share of rascals like this sneaky dealer - 


Damp and chilly winds were blowing, leaves would paint the ground,
As me...

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Understanding Suicide Understanding Me

Awhile back I had a dear friend contact me to ask if I heard about the young mans suicide at a nearby towns school. I had not. After asking one time on...

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You should have a getaway, my friends all said,
They said I earned it, so why sit home instead?

A real vacation would be the nicest thing yet;
Go see the peachiest scenery you'll never regret!

I listened very...

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There’s cheap lunches in the Barley Tavern,
each Wednesday, when after one o’clock.
I always chose to eat beer battered fish,
plus mystery cake a little bit ad hoc.
And this Wednesday here in the tavern,
Ted Austin joined me...

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Caw,Caw,Caw, cried the crow of shiniest black. So  beautiful in his coat of silky dark feathers. Strutting about on a small table top, in his beak, a new found treasure. A ring of sparkling...

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I believed in fitness and healthy living, including obtaining sufficient sleep,
To revel for years in buttery sunshine, which makes emerald willows weep.

I consumed only healthier foods, including plenty of fruits and vegetables,
As the glassy, black...

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Paddy

His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short!  He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a...

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Brumby.

A strong gale cuts its path across the snow laden mountain tops,
light and tough the timor, thoroughbred mix, leads his mob at a trot.
A day spend grazing the valley below they now ascend the range...

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You’ll never guess whom the cat drug in; have a day where you just couldn’t win?
He came strutting in, smacking his gum loud, dressed to the nines Goth Punk style.
Tats trailed down his left arm,...

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Yardbirds are hopefully smug cockfully strutting, 
     cutting a rug?

         Parked car birds are vigilant vigilantes? 

      ...

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THE RUIN 
an Old English poem about fate & destiny
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it
and the Colossus sagged inward...

broad battlements broken;
the Builders' work battered;

the high ramparts toppled;
tall...

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“Cygnets usually begin leaving the habitat when they begin to turn their eventual adult coloring. Once the feathers and wings mature (approximately 8-10 months of age) the parents will no longer recognize the cygnets as...

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                  Candied isle presents herself immodestly,
   exposing a proud seduction of 
    ...

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He walks, rosary in hand, up the steps. 
His tread is broken, fragile, and the joggers 
Might hear his breath, each sharp inhalation, 
Each hissing exhalation, were it not for their 
Own breathless haste, their...

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I Choose My Friends So Carefully
by Caren Krutsinger & Rhona McFerran

Get back in your house,
I will stay in mine.
We won’t act like neighbors,
Everything will be fine.

I had given you chances,
Several actually,
Invited you to breakfast,
And had...

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I Choose My Friends So Carefully
by Caren Krutsinger & Rhona McFerran

Get back in your house,
I will stay in mine.
We won’t act like neighbors,
Everything will be fine.

I had given you chances,
Several actually,
Invited you to breakfast,
And had...

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MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

 Zealot tundra wonder  --Decked in blues of summer sky
   You never flee the cold
          But rally boldly on---
Taunt the...

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My on call (Uncle) Muse Never Sleeps
(aunt that title niece – ???
in this context pronounced nice)

Well...hm...I really did not wanna
     let the cat out of the bag,
    ...

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I arrived, quite by chance, in the Valley of Lissing
‘Twas a land of plenty—Only color was missing

Except, that is, for the magnificent jewels
That gleamed like dazzling, glistening pools

Sapphire blue, emerald-green; what a magical feast for...

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for The Beloved, a night at Nedjima Bar (Ankara, Turkey)

… hypnosis shattered by atomic jiggling, salivation of song on your brow,
channeled chaos of body, spastic sound, tantrum of dark delight, unbuttoned vibrations   ...

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Sitting here watching the rails fall 
There are too many that are so tall 
It maybe for the best that the young riders stay at the mall  
Since there is no law for fences...

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OF THE COMMON SEAS
  "We must come down from our heights, and leave our straight paths, for the byways and low places of life, if we would learn truths by strong contrasts; and in...

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I suppose I should have been satisfied 
with the first letter: I mean, just how
often does the Almighty write to us?
Not since He did it on stone, I suppose.

But I am human and so rarely...

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