Long Ululate Poems

Wonderland
by Michael R. Burch
 
We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test
the beatific anthems of the blessed,
the sentence of the martyr, and the pen’s
sincere religion. Magnified, the lens
shot back absurd reflections of each...

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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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For some enchanted evenings...

The following scenario imagined
after the hoopla of
Democratic National Convention miracle workers
Kamala Harris and Tim Walz
trumpeted politically wholesome zeal,
and achieved advancement
propelling them ahead
in the race to the White House.

Unlike the hangdog expression of...

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I am running on a blade my dear
And my world is approaching doom
I am relentlessly moving so
From the dark world to the next gloom
So I am trying to gather all
The tattered pages of my life
Defeated...

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A poem for my Orion 
Who cowers in the sky
For many years, his faithful hunting dog 
Was always by his side. 

“Orion you are iniquitous, 
You do not shine so bright.” 
The dog's thoughts were...

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Impossible mission for yours truly,
sans this dada to validate
those two most significant mentors,
no paternal biased trait,
(who I helped beget) enroute to great
adventures toward enormously

enviously exciting destinations,
thus birth father doth ululate
eternal burning tears boding
indefinite fare thee...

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by Michaelw1two

inspired by word works of Void Opus

 all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition,
 this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium;
 under eructate flames, under the epitome of,
 euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception;
 of the Maker’s exuberant...

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This generic creek king mortal mwm 
   (who generally river ears the bay sea gully feels ire ate 
asper propensity plundering positive human qualities 
   tested to the max), bait
ting virtue...

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solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
     (ease of use preference
     via Facebook Messenger), candidate

said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great
even though this papa doth hate
to...

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Ferry me furiously further 
from the furnace of self chaste 
and river of man -hope,
The island of feigned wellness,
The high-horse of self-pride;
 hangman of pure-heart. 


What's the shame in weakness?
What's the shame in weeping?
What's the fault in falling?
The...

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Child , stand up
Clothes deemed unfashionable
by followers with no individuality
Kinky locks not straight enough
according to those with no self realization
The stiffness in your tongue bearing testament
to your mother tongue, to which they laugh at, why?

You're...

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Be the light. We are the light.

We are the light 
By Michelle Morris
17/11/2020

In their eyes you may be incomplete 
as they seek out the shiny baubles and squeak of shallow vessels and find them not...

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I count it that I’ve once again won
For being fifty one:
On this day, the 15th June
High my stereo with tweeters tune;
In noise–prosecuting quarters to Victory ululate,
In advance vowing to not later vacillate,
For only a just-caught-and-now-brooding...

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Lightening bugs flash, 
like the worn celluloid images of old movies,
I sit beneath a great Greta Garbo moon.
I am the heroine of this short.
The dew point drops,
Mists rise.
Crickets chirp.
Muskwats buzz.
Loons ululate and wail.

My dialogue,
The click...

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Can it be so my only love
has me but to cherish a memory,
rather than to place me above
any heart that has ever set her free?
I take the final place of last
amid prizes of her loves...

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Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch...

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AN OLD SUN HAS SET
THE LIGHT HAS WENT OFF
A NEW DAWN IS YET TO COME

THE GIANT HAS FALLEN
THE BIG STAR HAS FALLEN
I HAVE FALLEN,I HAVE FALLEN TODAY TO RISE AGAIN TOMORROW

I VOW TO COME BACK...

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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 taught me

wish

that ululate soft phrase,
that...

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Let me tell you what women do,
After a child’s delivery is through.
The birds, too, know: they jubilate 
While animated ones ululate!

Adoration of baby simply true,
Eyes feasting on the frail thing Glad Glue
Foreplay’s sex women simulate
Hoping...

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I was asked to write about u
With which l became confused
My understanding of what was required
Left me feeling somewhat bemused

A little unclear 
And somewhat in doubt
Whether it is the alphabet or “U” words
Or Me (U)...

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Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys.

Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals...

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Machine guns tattoo the air with fire;
reports ululate
down the runway
too late
for the people who cling to the plane —

the pavement stings;
Allah sings from the curls of Persia’s towers.

Kabul, Kabul, Kabul,
where the Taliban will rule,
where occidents...

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I'm not in step with the Serious Bards
For me, it's the sillier words that chime
I see quadrangles instead of a yard
Jaunty hootenannies I find sublime

I don't howl or cry out, I ululate
Clip-clop and flip-flop, both...

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As mini-bus taxis fly by left
In the entrepreneur’s lane, yellow

Victims bereft
The grief of the loss 
Mere smelter’s dross
As a new world is crafted
From cracked pot-shards

The wailers at the service 
Ululate the grief
As passers-by watch and...

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a tree, in front of
my house, stood naked - the spring
gave leafy cover

see the tree within-
stands alone in wintry air,
bare - awaiting spring

dogs do urinate
to mark - showers of love, wash
it away with time

time -...

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