Long Trawler Poems

Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is in the despairing skies;
each hut shuts its bright bewildered eyes.
The...

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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep.

From the 107th psalm




It's been the hub of the...

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well, woman has been around for a while
  hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
  been known by many names starting with Eve
  Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve

  she can fly-by-night, be out...

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what
A multitude of dishes is just not a sanctuary of fishes. Ok? Did you hear the trinkling of the water omitting from the tap? Gaps are small and small is smell and smell is stagnantly...

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partygoers partying pock peck pock
A baa is just as good and effective as a peck for wools and beaks can repeal even the smallest of fleas through the movements of neck and the chewing of...

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Long nosed earthy bookworm knows 'bout Angler Saxon

Shell yours truly share hook line
and sinker, regarding how I nearly
fell prey to off fish shill
doom for umpteenth time?

Ya haint got no choice... to late,
cuz eyes already clicked...

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As I lie near the covers all cosy and tight
I smile when I think Santa’s coming tonight
Most of the Prezzies are under the tree
But Mum say’s Santa’s coming especially for me
I wrote him a letter...

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she was a sassy little mermaid
with only one ardent wish
to wreak havoc on mankind
for introducing chips to fish
she’d sit upon that lorelei rock
and keep her constant check
and in the cold weather wore
a cardi zipped up...

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She waited oh so patiently!

every day she looked, ("Oh, might I gloat?")

for sight of that one trawler, 'The Forever,'

cresting waves, he, wildly cursing,

all the while he's still afloat,

and every day she moans, "Oh, may he...

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She waits, and Oh so patiently!
every day she looks, ("Oh, might I gloat?")
for sight of that one trawler, 'The Forever,'
cresting waves, he, wildly cursing,
all the while he's still afloat,
and every day she moans, "Oh, may...

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She waits, and Oh so patiently!
every day she looks, ("Oh, might I gloat?")
for sight of that one trawler, 'The Forever,'
cresting waves, he, wildly cursing,
all the while he's still afloat,
and every day she moans, "Oh, may...

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She waits, and Oh so patiently!
every day she looks, ("Oh, might I gloat?")
for sight of that one trawler, 'The Forever,'
cresting waves, he, wildly cursing,
all the while he's still afloat,
and every day she moans, "Oh, may...

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She waits, and Oh so patiently!
every day she looks, ("Oh, might I gloat?")
for sight of that one trawler, 'The Forever,'
cresting waves, he, wildly cursing,
all the while he's still afloat,
and every day she moans, "Oh, may...

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She waits, and Oh so patiently!
every day she looks, ("Oh, might I gloat?")
for sight of that one trawler, 'The Forever,'
cresting waves, he, wildly cursing,
all the while he's still afloat,
and every day she moans, "Oh, may...

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She waits, and Oh so patiently!
every day she looks, ("Oh, might I gloat?")
for sight of that one trawler, 'The Forever,'
cresting waves, he, wildly cursing,
all the while he's still afloat,
and every day she moans, "Oh, may...

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Wales to me is her Celtic tribal history,	
Wales to me is walks upon her shores.
Wales to me is her druids, saints, and mystery,	
the soil I tread, the salt that leaves my pores.	
	
We drove an hour...

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Floating
by Michael R. Burch
 
Memories flood the sand’s unfolding scroll;
they pour in with the long, cursive tides of night.
 
Memories of revenant blue eyes and wild lips
moist and frantic against my own.
 
Memories of ghostly...

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Magical Scene

There was a rustling in the woods 
Under the arbutus tree canopy,
As I climbed up the lichen covered rocks 
Above the shimmering ocean,
Late afternoon sun streaming down.

I turned to see a doe watching me
With...

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April is here 
Spring is getting kicked in the next gear 
Leaving is winter basically a whimper 
Giving way to life’s beautiful day 
Like the New Testament said 
The cold of sin is dead 
Started...

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In hushed whispers, Mariners told stories,
           Of a octopus like cephalopod creature;
With a tentacled beak and jet thrust power,
      ...

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It so early it's only four o'clock and it's dark on a freezing cold and wet morning,
A man with a cap rings a bell to let us know times getting on and dawn’s dawning,
As the...

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As you sit down for your tea, take a moment to think of me
I am the one who leaves the quay, to bring home harvest from the sea
Lobster pot and fishing creel, Dover sole and...

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Never felt such trepidation
Lost in black mountains
Crashing over the port house
Suddenly underneath
Blasting through the surface
Into the maelstroms wrath
In power tossing the little craft
Of sticks and tack and glue
Coming apart the brine leaking
Away the hope of...

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The seagull


In the winter light she limps through
Frozen snow on the frozen ground
In the deepest night the starlight
Guides her back to the colder town

Baby, baby bunting
Mummy’s gone a ****ing
Gone to fetch a wheelie bin
To bin...

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Don't take for truth all that you hear,
And believe only half what you see;
For when you do you oft get things wrong,
On this you will have to agree,

For people embellish the things that they say,
To...

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