Long Titters Poems

State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W. ...

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Poems about Poems VI

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 Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The...

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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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I’m lunching with my bestie Mylie
She’s upset and no longer smiley
I ask her what’s wrong
She said in my thong
My bottom is no match for Kylie!

I giggled and said stop your moans
You're perfect not like Bridget...

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The tender ceremony with full honors welcoming baby light faeries was tastefully
And artistically played out on midsummers eve, an ethereal night, it would seem.
Her parents, and grands were dressed in full colonial faerie attire. They...

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Speechless at Auschwitz
by Ko Un
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

At Auschwitz
piles of glasses
mountains of shoes ...
returning, we stared out different windows.

Ko Un speaks for all of us, by not knowing what to say about the...

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PROFESSOR POETS

These are poems about professor poets and other “intellectuals” who miss the main point of poetry, which is to connect with readers via pleasing sounds and the communication of emotion as well as meaning.



Professor...

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From devadasi  in temples to women of the streets,
Form hooker to harlot,
From courtesan to call girl,
Whether a paramour in the hands of wealth,
Or a Whore engaging in promiscuous sexual intercourse, 
So many names and...

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The alleyways within the maze are paved with rats and mice.

Evangelists with moneyed fists collect the sacrifice

from losers scorned and rubes reborn, and promise paradise,

while in the back they cook some crack, inhale, and roll...

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Once upon a time of happy,
Living in a blue mushroom filled with glee,
A faerie princess who was quite snappy
Referred to by most as Little Cutesy Bee
This faerie princess had golden hair
The prettiest locks you will...

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Please excuse me for trying to pre-empt the censors that now live among us. I hope that my meaning is clear.

	A Much Better One

The world's always been, as it is now,
a very se***l place. Organisms,...

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My bladder behaves through the night
Each morning my flow is just right.... 
But throughout the day 
There is hell to pay
It's bursting; I cross my legs tight

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

Ladies and gentlemen please feel free...

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OLD MA.

Old Ma always gave the kids a nice treat
Always nuts and never anything sweet
But they soon found out why
Nuts were in great supply
Choc nut bars she'd only suck cos no teeth...

NO HIDING PLACE.

An old...

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When put into groups I know that I never have to worry or  step up because there is always an A1. 
Arrogant One reaches for the group paper
And the one blue marker, because 
She...

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He slowly walks the lonely crowded road

lost in love and Self and lucky destination

Has no clue where his barren  feet will lead

yet delusion is cast away from anchor’s rope


Sandy ripples where the pavement rapped...

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Wrapped in the aromatic blossoms 
of a modern-farmed orange 
orchard, a four-room shack in Visalia, 
California rises above the hard 
pan and overgrown rose bushes. 

The once palatial bell tower 
of Taurusa School, peaks 
over...

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Birches took a vote after the child left the forest
Next time, two wanted to capture her, to keep her always
Ninety-six others voted this was wrong.
The magical birch had a new idea.

Let me create a phantom...

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Here’s a bold tale it will have you in titters
It’s about poor Sheila who lost her knickers
She went for a cruise upon the great ocean
Fell in the water with the boats sudden motion.

She swallowed some...

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Dare I chide you my child
For playing in the moonlight
With the children of those I know
Despise my kind and kin folks?

Dare  chide you my child
For daring to put aside
deep seated wounds I felt
Grievances of...

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The shimmering water so divine, the Moon has to take a closer look,
Oozes down into the bowels of the atmosphere, it’s not a brook! 
It is a canal of sorts, with a beautifully built gothic...

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You dont have to be moved, 
we are already in a revolution
A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television.
One which undoes it all
Implanting the seeds that usurp 
...

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It was a winter morning, last November
I recall my journey from my treasured frames
of amasses, titters and acts.
 
She was in an intermediate between red and blue
and her eyes pored out from all realisms
with a...

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Tempest

Today it comes: her first hurricane.
She’s eager to get wet, ripping the ply-boards
 I had nailed over the blurring panes; 
But I, I’ve endured such storms before.
Felt as they fell, the bullet shells of rain,...

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a leisurely spring day with a friendly southernly wind from the west
I hang from an oak tree nearly hitting my round chin on my flat chest
from homes  of unsuspecting neighbors, I hear dainty titters...

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Voice

Through a vast jumbled valley of cacophony's roar
One voice 
 In tones of soprano, alto, tenor and bass
Speaks a universal epiphany
In a rumbling
 Resonate
  Reverberation symphony,
   Neither also or bass,
A quest for...

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