Long Tufted Poems

(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely,"...

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Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood.



bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u are charming...

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Half a dozen girls, at least, were on my list of ‘maybes’, as I was on the prowl to find a date for junior prom,
When I was coaxed to think about a girl who lived...

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While flying through a cloudy sky, a blank and thoughtless glance
Exposed to me this big old house, so brief, and quite by chance.

I’d seen enough to know that it was large, and very grand,
A place...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands...

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Trump Poems and Epigrams VI

Poets laud Justice’s
high principles.
Trump just gropes
her raw genitals.
—Michael R. Burch



Dark Shroud, Silver Lining
by Michael R. Burch

Trump cares so little for the silly pests
who rise to swarm his rallies that he jests:
“The...

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TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS III

Trump's real goals are obvious
and yet millions of Americans remain oblivious.
—Michael R. Burch

Our awful unlawful "president"
will soon be a jailhouse resident.
— Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Teddy Roosevelt spoke softly...

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 Come To Me


 Come to me, he said again,
to my dismay and tired chagrin,
I fought to tarry a while longer...
As I grew weak, he grew much stronger—
  “...Come to me.” 


†
~*~



'Tis just a...

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For my wife and I, coming home from an extended trip to our house filled with fine Victorian furniture, that we restored ourselves, is a wonderfully warm experience. They become like family after a while!...

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You will not often find me 
In amongst the fold
Being chased from the pen
Wherein your treasure lies 
I will not clothe myself in sheep
I cannot be but that which I am

lone 
I am wolf

If we...

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O great door,
Your suede mist has called me here, 
It beckoned whilst rolling over upon itself towards me,
The burnt ash of your bones shows your wear
And your wounded song fills me with wonder. 

Intricate carvings...

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~ 

3:15 am…blurred red numbers tell as
I stir, reaching for what I have seen,
grasping for the moments spent in the presence of beauty
as once again you have visited me in a dream…

Pure white flowing whispered...

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A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,...

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The brook thrums as it vaults over the piled rocks
Rolling on deep into the Zambezi valley
Twisting, flirting with the rigdes that compliment the escarpment beyond 
And the indigenous lass strolled to the rivulet a rose...

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Swift bee, the gilded messenger of bliss,
    Begirt with golden stars of Heaven’s span,
What draws you to the clover’s gentle kiss?
    Sweet nectars, that the strongest drinker can
 ...

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Streaks of pink 'cross morning skies.
Land shaded lemon; last star dies…
Lightening blue spreads far and wide,
a half red sun. New dawn’s arrived.	

This living desert yawns and wakes.
A foreign sparrow flits and takes
what morsel that darkness...

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By Humber in a drowsy afternoon,
When for my love long lost alone I pin’d,
My heart itself did sing a saddest tune
For woeful swain I was to be destin’d.
And I in pain then lov’d this timid...

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The creek was the color
of weak tea, a bronze brew
that filtered light to bathe 
the bottom in the soft glow
of an autumn morning.
Even after a long summer,
the water was still high
up the tufted banks
with deep...

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Surrounded by amazing bright world settings,
it didn’t take that  long for me to realize aplenty,
in every single broad nuanced sense,
with no grey  cap on rich imagining,
I couldn’t help at all but notice,
awareness at...

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Whittle a stick down the silent water
by the river side a confused chapter
caught in cross-hairs the trees were humming
turning twigs as leaves were turning

meet he who handles the ore
that roars the boat in the silent...

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Green carpet fields, laid seamed and edged 
with berry hedge 
and windswept tufted trees hemline the valley stream that cuts through to the sea. 

Coarse bracken covers the higher cliff, 
with feather ferns in darker...

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enter… find nature
Boultham Park hides its wonders
flora and fauna

hedgerows… privet…
hawthorn… laurel.. woodland walks
lake bank side vistas

siskins… goldcrests… gems
sparrowhawks… if your lucky
sneaky brown rats too

floating treasures… ducks
mallard… tufted… goosanders
widgeon… on good days

nuthatches… winter…
feeding stations… eye candy
great…...

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in Pando's shadow a young maiden sings
wander'd to and fro peat bog feet sloshing
auburn locks adorned in daisy crowned rings
quite unaware that something was watching 

one with thick skinned carion heart at core
to scavenge Middlemist's...

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Take the rope, boy, pull the hawser hard,
The knot must sit firm and tight.

Remember, we sailed by starlit skies
as the sea took us far from cradling coasts,
far from the sheltering bays and beaches
To where no...

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I hear them through the window when
I try to sleep, but rarely can;
owls calling, echoing through the night.
only two species will appear,
at least those are the ones I hear,
the Barred and Great Horn, hidden from...

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