Long Subsumed Poems

Traditional Solitaire potential combinations...

that clenched another win today
February 20th, 2024 
(eight hundred and ninety yesterdays ago 
since June 13th, 2021)
original crafting date of following poem,
when yours truly 
single handedly trumped computer, 
for umpteenth time,
which saw...

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Traditional Solitaire potential combinations...
that clenched another win (yahoo)
jimmied today August 15th, 2022 single handedly
just before the crack of dawn
with both hands tied behind my back,
and a blindfold worn over my eyes.

While in the midst of...

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Traditional Solitaire potential combinations...
that clenched another win (today June 13th, 2021) single handedly

While in the midst of playing solitaire 
(with losing outcome foreordained 
after a couple moves), I became gripped 
with combinations predicated on thirteen...

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Ongepatshket torqued skewed reflection

drawn courtesy lots of byte size chalk.

When e'er I summon fat chance
to empower me self with courage 
and steal a passing glance
in the mirror then instantaneously 
hairline fractures appear
than 'afore long 
snap,...

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A civil war ferociously raged...

within complex edifice...
derelict hulking corpse delineated courtesy
seared, singed, smoldered smithereens
formerly robust warrior
slain during prime of his life
heavenly corporeal outstanding entity
subjected to fateful foragers
courtesy camping buzzfeeding carrion -
fancy feast for famished
uber twittering,...

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Empty nest syndrome, plus lapsed romances revisited...
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris
sentimental memorialized mental archive

No matter mine eldest daughter
(born December 22nd, 1996)
starred circa within storied
Matthew Scott Harris family
rendition of Breaking Home Ties.

Now interspersed with
following recherché trivia:
originally titled...

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the wealth of norman England is poised to grow
  towns enlarge, markets exchange, a fresh fertilising sprinkled culture
  kingdoms extend with numbers reducing
  old and new empires jostle, reshaping across continents and...

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I’ve never put a candidate’s bumper sticker on my car before—
why not take sides—what are you waiting for?
Death puts a stop to daily low intensity warfare but in the meantime—
     ...

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Inspired by The Sirens and Ulysses, oil painting by William Etty.

The painting depicts a scene from Homer's epic "The Odyssey," where the hero Ulysses (aka Odysseus) orders his crew to tie him to the mast...

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Sun Poem
by Michael R. Burch

I have suffused myself in poetry
as a lizard basks, soaking up sun,
scales nakedly glinting; its glorious light
he understands—when it comes, it comes.

A flood of light leaches down to his bones,
his feral...

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Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid

Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by

crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of...

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Greater Consciousness - For Contest

A bird at its will, soaring high in the sky
Symbolic of liberty for the worldly we
But actual spirituality throws different light
It crosses all frontiers of worldly delight!
The aroma, the taste, the...

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The ones who would soak 
the mother who drowned 
her children in serpentine
seas never floated a child. 

When splashed amongst 
the horror-stricken, 
we too feign revulsion. 
Evoke higher powers and
baptismal pools: the fluidity
in the womb....

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The song of my love is heard
It travels over Seas and mountains 
Bearing cadences that make the fishes dance
It frolics over hills and oceans 
With rhythms that adorn the eyes of the sun 
Sniffing the...

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Incrementally corporeal essence, here
to fore i.e. figurative spear
tire of mine, doth elicit despair
daily appall, thus I air
part tickle laurel lei objection
     able bane, cuz this tear
rubble flabbiness a glare
ring anatomical feature,...

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While meditating earlier today,
a flashback leapt
     clear for me to assay,
those ever receding

     early boyhood daze,
     now subsumed within fifty,
plus nine shades of...

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...She’d long ago come to realize
that children stood by you for life,
while jobs cut you on barest whims,
she had simply invested right.
What was the use of having choice
if you couldn’t pick your own path?
This couple...

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As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·tance, 
which grandiose whim fizz
hills with utter futility, nonetheless this
nondescript husband under

scores comment, while pulling his
grizzled hair of chinny chin...

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(Author's note: It has come to my attention that the U.K. has decided to eliminate Holocaust 
education from its curricula, on the grounds it may "offend" some groups)

So, for fear it may offend,
The truth is...

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Inspired by Nocturne in e minor (opus 72, no 1) by Chopin

The sorrow of a harmony 
Never heard by it's intended 
The tears I shed cascade 
In torrents
I can't bring myself to look
Into the starless...

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The moonlight seemed a shadow
As he closed his eyes
Remembering perfection
Thinking of the beauty of the stars
That he had never seen
Reflected in the endless seas
Tide over tide
Washing away
The imperfection
Of his eyes

Words
That fell from dew-dropped lips
Like prisms...

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Methinks lame excuses poorly explain
absent presence gnosh hoe wing up to
acknowledge our papa's ninetieth orbit
around sun, nor dearly beloved eldest
commencement successfully, modestly,
honestly (applying her smarts) as freshly

minted (sage) University of Pennsylvania
graduate, now where webbed wide...

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Where did he go? 
The young man of height and charm, 
with a pleasant mien and a love of women, 
who would often give to him far than he deserved....

When was it he perished? 
This...

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Something broken,  

Something lost  

‘Til what they found  

Must pay the cost.  

 

What was broken?

A heart, a mind, a soul 

What was lost? 

Your faith, your way, your control

 

So...

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Villanelle: The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy

The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Who’ll stoop to any level to scuttle the imagined rival
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with...

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