Long Threnody Poems

Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the...

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The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder

As origin of Homo Sapien species surged ahead,
harboring nascent predominance
asper said primate reproductively bred,
(albeit via incremental fits and starts)
evolutionary forebears didst dread
Tom Tom Club former members
an American...

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The moon has groaned home;

And soon the shadow’s drum,

Resonates the rhythmic silhouette,

To the ferocious pains of the spine;

Hear the heavy throbs of the drum,

The panting steps of the trumpet,

And the singing sage of the flute.

See...

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A meadow for Autumn

Forest, I lay me down to rest
upon bed of moss.
 
Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me 
lichen kenning myself 
as Rip Van Winkle 
except being repurposed
as  oldest living species. 

With an estimated...

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Wednesday, September 2021 at 3:20 PM...
eastern standard time Autumn Equinox arrives

That seasonal occasion twill arise
when darkness and light doth bring
equilibrium between night and day
raking leaves will constitute exercise
espied and witnessed by observant earthling
namely me who...

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May Midnight Dark Devour This Cursed Threnody

May midnight dark devour this cursed threnody
Sweet dreams, felled on "cusp of victory"
Youthful wonderment through the heavens flew
Alas! Destined was the loss of you!

Cries in the dark, bevy of...

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Written: April 27, 2024

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 Seraphic, sibilant wisdom,
    a grace-gorged vista,
...

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Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the Horny Toad)
by Michael R. Burch

He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in...

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when eve doth fall upon summers’ end, 
   a hint of splendor bequeathed arose
upon firmament as changed scenery 
   (this third equinox act since new year) bellows
basses loaded and blasted in...

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Zorba was a friend of mine
momentum of lunacy shine
insane shrieking lunacy
to venture to an exotic island.
Let's be free; snip the strap.

sardonic heart phratry man
Shamans are ritzy ladies!
at the maximum load level
a stampede of race cars
Eternity...

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EARLY POEMS XXI - JUVENILIA

Dance With Me
by Michael R. Burch

(circa age 18)

Dance with me
to the fiddles’ plaintive harmonies.
Enchantingly,
each highstrung string,
each yearning key,
each a thread within the threnody,
bids us, "Waltz!"
then sets us free
to wander, dancing aimlessly.

Let...

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Happily Never After: the Second Curse of the Horny Toad
by Michael R. Burch
 
He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat...

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1: My Waltz With Life - Facts about how my life grew from
childhood until 2015- written five years ago.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_waltz_with_life_661335 

2: Threnody For My Father - A tribute to my dad, who I still miss
very much.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/threnody_for_my_father_712038...

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alternate long worded title – the grudge holder from one generation to the next for all intents and purposes remains the same, and thus interestingly enough, they can easily be a pinch hitter for man,...

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Bare skull and cross bones
     existence on the peripheral
     outskirts of poker flats
lives a slip of a man,
     whereat he never felt deserving
...

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Written: May 2nd, 2024

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Quixotic quest quiddity
As dusk sapidity emerges, 
Casting a shadow 
Weeping waves smash 
in foamy scatters; 
seraphic strophic sojourn 
groans...

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Searing Pain Reemerges
                  -by Carolyn Devonshire


searing pain reemerges
each time I pass the hospital
     creeping...

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Carte blanche, 
this scribe bandies, exercises, 
and indulges inexplicable gravitas 
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness, 
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed, 
linkedin as some lingual philanderer, 
which oral intercourse, 

this sensate being suckles 
figuratively das bosom 
sans...

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He was either looking for a home in his mother' thought;
A place where lost freedom is found to be a lurking land. 
He was either searching for the colour of a new song,
a song of...

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October 16th, 2018, A Day At The Market With The Missus

Oft times zee spouse
     lingers at select
     supermarkets (Landis, Redners, 
     and/or Wegmans)...

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(alter knit lee tie tilled - 
Field Day For A Nihilist).

Hunger for knowledge vis avis car ear ring 
(and car rue ming) cerebrum formulated, 
integrated, promulgated personal perception 
to the point of no return, and...

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There she was moments before
she flew away from the snare
in your arms a songless owl.

Strewn pictures on the floor, half-hearted
sketches of her face, her forgotten
velvet shawl with a cheap cologne that is priceless to your...

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There she was moments before
she flew away from the snare
in your arms a songless owl.

Strewn pictures on the floor, half-hearted
sketches of her face, her forgotten
velvet shawl with a cheap cologne that is priceless to your...

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