Long Virginia woolf Poems

"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in...

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split schizoid mission 

Lifting the mind 
like a sword 
counting poets 
losing self in 
unsettled love
and mysteries
plucked off the shelf 
all the Berlin walls
come tumbling down
words like dice
shaken and thrown
the electric 
black dogs barking 
call...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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Poems for Poets X
Poems about Poets X



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for Virginia Woolf

Weigh me down with stones ...
   fill all the pockets of my gown ...
      I’m going down,
...

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These are poems about sinking, poems about drowning, poems about loss, and poems about new discoveries we sometimes make while feeling lost...



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for Virginia Woolf

Weigh me down with stones…
fill all the pockets of...

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These are villanelles by Michael R. Burch and and villanelle-like poems...


Villanelle: Trump’s Retribution Resolution
by Michael R. Burch

My New Year’s resolution?
I require your money and votes,
for *you* are *my* retribution.

May I offer you dark-skinned scapegoats
and bigger...

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I flung my bloodied bathrobe onto a dusty mahogany bureau and roared: “Did we frighten
the scarecrows tonight, my love? Whose catch was it anyway? Yours or mine? We invited 10
guests to our dungeon this evening....

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like shadows they follow us
they tell their stories 
on pages 
that may or may not 
be seen, or read,
we a'muse them -

"we", of course, are truly inconsequential
in the greater scheme of things;

they are like ghosts
echoing...

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From now on
I will dance as if on fire -
And when I say on fire – I mean sporadic dancing is the only form I know.
I am told I dance like a white girl
I look...

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growing up
my body 
stopped

sane brain
chemicals
that are in

others naturally
passed by me
completely

stopped

reflecting
because
not absorb

ing i've been
reflecting
lately on

my childhood
and misunderstood
of who i was or would

become

so many factors
in making a fact
ory made human

being by being
programmed
without yet

within but not
knowing what
is missing...

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I Do Not Know The Secret...,
Asper Art Of Writing Acclaimed Poem...

Not purposeful intent,
when tasking self (Das Scribe)
a nondescript member of
Homo sapiens village people tribe
metaphorical spear in hand ready

to unbridal strong arm as vibe
resoundingly resonates, sans
(crackles,...

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“The Wolf’s Pockets”




Virginia knows 
what’s written 
in the mass of a rock
the heaviness of words
not soluble
anchored to life
that does not float

A Wolf swallows Woolf whole
Hungry for something -
 
“other than”  ;

Submerged, 
what is not...

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Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub dub,
hence yours truly

declared...

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“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.” - Virginia Woolf

Crisp October passes into November,
Risking the silence that seems to be promising…
A whisper...

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"The Stages of Madness"



Blue bleeds 
into each day 
cloudy I wait 

for some sign 
from You
a ghost waving

who 
could blame me
an Ocean inside 

I am 
Cumulonimbus 
bursting

the clouds 
gather the tears
in their reigning 

signs 
are...

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“cat o' 9 tales”

Like a cat has 9 lives 
every witch in every Lilith 
lives to write another day

woe bedtide the poor oaf 
who gets in Her way
like Heathcliffe he’ll be tortured 
from here to...

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When wracked with suff'ring even more,
     I all alone bemoan my fate,
as one who drowns in sorrows sore
     which harm, harass, and maul his state.

Aggrieved for what...

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"Some Different Kind of Lost Heaven"

Every once and a while
she would surface 
from that brackish 
dark place 

as a nightingale sings
in the deepest pockets
of a Woolf, the rocks
heavy notes, are removed 

and like Persephone
escape doesn’t...

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Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things - a table, a chair, a book... and the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent. - Virginia Woolf


Breathing in the silent...

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Capturing my illuminating glow the essence of my infamous smile wild wonder of my laughter gathers a gentle breeze tangible meaningful gestures opens the balance of selfless energy as I move to the beat of...

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"Decide what is style and what is meaning"
A Room of One's Own, Virginia Woolf

I quite like turning left at a roundabout
It takes the chaos out of life
No chance of off track 
And it really doesn't...

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"50 Words for Poe: Wolf"



He watches the Asylum.
Silently soft paw bides his time and grins

He doesn't dig Haiku
Impromptu is more his thing

Give a dog a bone

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




https://youtu.be/iPXKzHBTSA4
Pit Stop/Loveage



“The wolf said, 
"You know, my dear, it isn't...

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Being driven by others 
who just don't see your illness
since it's not a broken arm or leg
keep saying I'm special I can win
the being disqualified because 

you never attended college.
nor because you suffered injury 
or...

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(for Virginia Woolf)

She wanted to buy some flowers but drowned Herself instead,
drifting along the ebbing flow of time, with warm
water cracking Her slim figure and airless lungs.

‘will I freeze the river?’ She thought, wondering if...

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