Long Thwack Poems

Family Poems

Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more than...

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Poems about Children


The Desk
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and made a mess
of things sometimes.I wonder how
he learned at all...

He...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II



All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are

somehow more near

and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you...

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(Continuing the trip through Hell of Dante with poet Virgilio)

Pah-peh Sah-tan, Pah-peh Sah-tan al-ept!”,
Started Pluto with his hoarse voice toss
And that gentle wise, who any knowledge kept,

Told to encourage me: “don’t have a loss 
By...

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Preface preceding promiscuous philandering peccadillos
undermining energy and time not spent with missus
and mother of our precious progeny,
whereby, yours truly sought, (somewhat assertively, modestly,
and zestfully) to elicit – illicit prurient heterosexual predilections
before dark shadow of guilt...

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Mine gerund farming, tilling, and harvesting illogical weltanschauung

Twas accursed destiny
since birth (maybe coded in
deoxyribonucleic acid  
since time immemorial) alas and alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
one common Joe biden his time
for no particular
rhyme...

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Twenty first century civilization gone?... I askew.

Ah... what luxury to wax poetic 
as freedom to trumpet thoughts, 
ideas, emotions, et cetera will wane,
especially if president number forty five
courtesy wealth and/or stealth
dons the mantle as de...

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Twenty First Century Civilization Gone Askew...?

Methinks perchance man
     kind always vain
n'er did appertain
moral hike polar opposite
     from human being:
uncivil, unethical, unsocial, et cetera
    ...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part III

For Jack Nicklaus, at the 1987 Open
by Michael R. Burch

When you were young
every putt was makeable
and every dream remarkable; 
the stars were unmistakable
you set...

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These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families.



The Desk
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same...

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Sitting, watching my favorite fishing channel on TV,

Then I hear my wife screaming, calling out to me.

I run up the stairs, into the bathroom, a huge spider,

She stopped screaming and I saw what frightened her.


I...

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Penuriousness long did acquaint
yours truly, who feels loath
to lodge complaint
regarding series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket be damned)
imposed monetary constraint,

now aghast with horror
(ain't no trick),
I unwittingly did faint,
only negative indebted interest accrues,
now if ever mister money...

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The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.

The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy cheek,
As she fired her fledgling flights;
They heard the fair Maid...

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Twas accursed destiny
     since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,

     viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
    eldest sister struck...

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She watched, in horror
As the man hit the nail
The hammer was an enemy
The best she could tell

She observed a child
Emulate his father
With a tiny thwack
He hit another man's daughter

She heard the familiar sound
Of bang, bang,...

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a bee
invaded our car in
nineteen fifty four
while we were driving
to the jersey shore
flew in my open back window
of our two tone ford custom
pea green top black bottom
hurtling down the highway
four kids two adults
doing sixty

our kid...

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Today, meandering through the clutter of the local antique store,
I almost tripped and fell over an object partially hidden on the floor!
My hands came to rest on an old-fashioned school desk sitting there.
It reminded me...

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Let me have a vision today, 
  That others may read what I want to say.
  For the gift You have given to me,
  Help me, Lord, for others to see.


 ...

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New born baby was tiny and tender
A beauty to behold!
It had soft silky skin and sported a sweet smile
Family loved it very much
All were euphoric at its birth

Enamoured by it's beauty,
huge hands came
snatched it and...

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Inspired by and dedicated to 
Sara Kendrick and her poem "Chicken"


I once had a chicken
Came out of his egg kick-in'
He was the strangest thing , I've ever seen
This chicken had two necks but he only...

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A mother of eight
Left to raise them on her own
Damn that man...for dying
And leaving her lost, alone

A soldier of valor
Stood his ground in the face of fear
Now, he is court marshaled
For the lies they wanted...

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New horizon never done this before 
                            ...

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Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh:                      (Genesis 2:23)
A man leaves his mother...

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Yup, its not easy
           being a female gardener
       fun glorious fun
       passionate joy...

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A burg in a vale, 
Amassed stones and rocks as bulwark,
Assembled stones and rocks as a stack,
Stones and rocks stopping the waters from losing the track. 

Waters thrusting behind the concrete rock,
Forcing the stones and...

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