Long Tars Poems

A Hallows Eve of trick or treating, elaborate costumes, candy eating,
       Lantern’s dimming upon nightfall, locked doors marks next year’s meeting.

My recalling of my day and for the next...

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David Jones, the best rat catcher Shropshire has ever had
must take some criticism for young Molly turning bad.
Even though his daughter found rich co-incidentals,
no credit could be taken by rat catching Dad's credentials.

At nineteen she's...

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The universe is all abloom with seasons, diamonds left in wakes of stars (1)
(whose flowers linger) viewed through lenses binding star’s birth to its death,
its ghost, perhaps, not there at all for life to visit...

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BROWNED-CENTS

One of the true ways 
to remain in captivity is to keep silent to avoid your captor’s 
hostility and confusion

A penny for my 
thoughts has provided me with the ammunition 
To fight for what I...

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memories
vast x-pan(d)s
BLue
Symbullic Prower
each let-ter numb
my hands
my oh my
the seimene

cognizance 
WHHO?

its all backwards
the wizard? states plainly

you should grow your hair long and sail the sea once more
with a handshake and a heavy chest being loaded onto...

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Matthew 24:6 "You shall hear of wars and rumors of wars, but do not be alarmed...."

Currently Russia is doing much moire than casting  its covetous eyes upon Ukraine! It wants to invade it without...

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I have discovered on another website that there is
a so-called Christian Circle. That is circulating that
Adam never did exist! They are amongst Satan's
Tares planted amongst God's wheat field. God
Called Himself the Sower!

When I was younger...

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SWANSONG

England expects Britannia to rule the waves,
From the white cliffs of Dover
To where the Sun never sets.

We’ll keep the Union Jack flying
Over this sceptred isle,
Set in a silver sea, 
As a beacon of light
To ward...

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Today, 
I am alone
Beneath the sky
There is no one
Here, 
To whom
I can say
Mine
Today, 
I am missing
Whom
Who, too, will be
Missing me
Now
I just want to
Listen to her
Voice
But I have no
Choice
She has forbade
Me
To do so
I am weeping
Inside
Want to...

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Glitter glue laced ticker tape....

Of colourful confetti covering such sight

More and more, their eyes dipped in tars

Infectious quills, beneath these softened feathers

Penetrating, their own fatalities cryptograms....

As they aimlessly blend a colludeds pretentious purpose?

Bending this times...

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It was rowdier than usual,
At the hoedown last night
There was a crowd of folk,
And the atmosphere was just right.
The musicians played loud,
And the gee-tars were a strummin'
The whole darn place
A buzzing and a humming.
Solomon, the...

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Six years on foot
Through far and hurdling paths like wilderness
My secondary learning root
Which taught me to taste and endure bitterness
Oh my brain of rational thoughts:
In the mornings it felt cold but fresh
And in the noons...

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Bloom! Bloom! O! This evermore wintry tide
Whisper litanies, wondrous lullaby,
Caress skins in that comely way you ride
Marvels of seasoned rind of litany;
As you march avidly, a lone Magi
Desert of roofs blend, your trusty drummers
Quench their...

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Across the roaring 40’s
I sail
I fly
She’s in a hurry
To reach out
That Southern land
Like a horse
That knows the way home
She bucks
She sways
Her cloth
Slides across the wind
Hell or high
I will make sure
We harbour
The leeward side
And the Jack...

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BEDTIME MAGIC 




Sprawled under nightscape of galaxy bright
Tiny sequins pulse on blaze of luster,
A beaded stars nova bursts on flight
Into a full-blown montage, the lawns flicker

Reams of tales climb on visions lit by dappled view
While...

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It can kill, or it can chill, at best can thrill,
the darkness of the night your choosing.
Pitch black, clouded over deserts nights,
nigh freezing, the darkness of the sands.
Arctic, Antartica, nigh six months of darkness,
illuminated north...

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DANCE

Daily he watched her
a vigil of desire masked
by the suit, by the business
demeanor of the corporate 
nineties, a faint tambourine
tingling the spine, kindling
a rhythm at the edge of
the mind
Daily he watched her
walking at lunch hour,...

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Great Lakes mariners fear the “Witch of November”
Winds blow fiercely in the cruelest month of the year
The crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald would concur
If in November ’75, their ship hadn’t disappeared

Capt. McSorley made his last...

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Just a common whore they said
Who rolled the drunken tars
As they staggered out from
The Dockside taverns and bars.
Lime Street, Liverpool was
Where she plied her trade.
Where her drunken bargains
Were very quickly made.

Transported to Australia
When she was...

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BLUEBERRY BOAT

I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat
With cellophane sails on cinnamon mast
It could be cold so I’ll take a coat
And In case of a leak some Elastoplast

We shall sail on seas of blueberry...

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To nourish breaths  and twirl away
when island counts beachcomber years
folder and pen will imprint scripts
of journey’s tales sucked from my womb
with drawings and poems handwritten,
filling the cavity of time, of rainbow stars.

For private care,...

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The mist makes you see far.

 Driving home, it was late after a clinic visit
the mist hung heavy over the valley that looked like a different landscape.
I might as well drive in Bhutan, a place...

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Having one's person embellished with tattoos is all the rage today.
Used to be that only carousing tars got tattooed in old Mandalay!
They might have an 'anchor' or 'Mother' branded upon their chest,
Their ship's name or...

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The Closed Sea
by Michael R. Burch 
 
These are the narrows of my soul—
dark waters pierced by eerie, haunting screams.
And these uncharted islands bleakly home
wild nightmares and deep, strange, forbidding dreams.
 
Please don’t think to...

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My empty bottle, tossed with careless ease
Into the deep blue sea, pollution must cease.
The tide is going out and with every wave
I feel the weight of plastics' deadly grave.

My home, my sanctuary, was once so...

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