Long Sweetie Poems

The Moon as a Metaphor for Your Mouth
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a...

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It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold  
civil rights riots plagued my little...

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He is looking at her a bit sanctimoniously
He is about to mansplain again

"Am I spooking you?" he asks grinning
"I'm not trying to propose, Cutie.
God no. Could you imagine?
I just think it's possible, you know?
I'm just...

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The Call

For as long as I can remember, I have been phoning my mom. Even before leaving home when I was a teenager. Whenever I had good or bad news, it was just natural for...

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‘Round eight o’clock this morning I was sitting in our kitchen,
Wondering what the best way was to occupy my day,
When, “Wha’d’ya’ want for breakfast, dear,” Connie suddenly asked,
Which took me by complete surprise…I didn’t know...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own and remain anonymous send it to my soup mail. Enjoy!

Roses...

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I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the...

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Walking down the alley behind the buildings on Royal street the Mandevilla and Jasmine vines line the sidewalk calming my stressed nerves.  The sweet fragrance of the flowers intoxicating my senses.  My luggage...

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March 10, 2051  Monday
 
So diary today Monday I woke late
For work. I thought no problem I just
Call in. I called Mister Idris Moorah.
He said, Diondra I'll be brief. We're 
Downsizing, you're laid off....

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Ducking into Nell’s Cafe’ to grab a noon-hour snack, I noticed, sitting quietly in a distant corner booth,
A little girl that checked the entire list of common features, including totally trusting eyes and, yes -...

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Lilith Waits   



Lilith waits as she surveys, all her brutal yesterdays

She cruelly paved with stepping-stones of broken hearts and human bones.

Her lips turned up at their red corners, she grins at all the...

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Another shift ends. I'm dead on my feet.
Too shagged to even eat.
The word leads (inevitably) to you...
I slipped the timesheets from work today.
Another incident occurred...
Sweetie, please be there, and say you care.
I loved working alongside...

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From Pretty Pink Bows To Baby Bassinets  


              Well little girl you are in high water now and the sand is...

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Hello I'm agent Brown I am not in  a good place

Hi agent Brown it's okay I'm here for you 

it's the dark place again I  can't breathe 

that's okay just breathe and talk...

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Who am I? I am me, and me is having a little me time
No way!  Five days plus a weekend. 7 days, that’s mine.
It’s not fair. It’s a sin. It’s crazy. No, really honey,...

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She took some care making her choice
A Valentine's Day card
It is a silly little thing
"It shouldn't be this hard"

But she still feels indecision
Selecting the right one
To set the proper tone for them
"With just a touch...

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This poor dope needs to work on his memory - 


Early one morning while me and the wife were lying in bed…in the raw…
She caught me staring at what I would feel was the cutest...

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Dear Heroin, 
My name is Pamela,  
I'm writing to you Because I've heard of some stories of what you can do. I heard you can stop me from feeling insane, I heard you have...

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Eric’s revitalised me and my home 
Over his body my fingers would roam
He’s great at fixing and gluing
Expert at banging and screwing
I’m so happy that I sparkle like chrome

All my friends are pretty jealous of...

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People sometimes tell me the heirlooms given to me hold no value over how my heart feels, but these things have memories, stories of where they've come from that tug at my heart.  They’re...

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Summer that year was beasty hot and dry. The sidewalks sizzled and roasted my bare feet, and the heat permeated the already parched ground leaving huge cracks and crevices. The grassy lawns—yellow and burnt—smelled like...

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“Who was that?” my wife inquired, as I hung up the phone. “And what was that you said about a bar?”
“That was Duncan Taylor, hon.    A darn good friend of mine. ...

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Put your clothes on.
Being proud of your body only goes so far.
You’re 14.
Calm down.
Aren’t we supposed to be kids?
You’re trying not to be.
You may look 21, but you aren’t.
Why would you want to grow up?

He...

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Him, he’s so dangerous but so safe.How can someone like him be so broken??His smile oh my gosh it’s so priceless I swear he doesn’t know his true worth.To me no mental diagnosis would be...

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Time moves quickly, catching me unaware.  It seems just yesterday I was a child growing up.  Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago. I wonder where all the years went. ...

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