Long Weeded Poems

The ride to the country is uneventful
Except that I feel a little like
A man riding inside a cannon ball.
Yuliya's father Igor drives
I'm also up front (the honored guest)       ...

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Got caught in a shimmering, glimmering summer haze
Gone through anxiety and hallucinations — hate this phase
Don’t discard me when I’m trekking this road
This road of God’s abode…I admire and abide in it — He’s my...

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Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my face and changed its connotations.

And in the dark I danced—slight,...

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It's Hard for me to say, but even harder to realize,
That everything I see is laced in pretty lies,
It's hard for me to be, as confused as I am about it.
I try to turn blind...

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The following poem was written at the request of my wife and it is intended to be ‘gently mocking’ in its style. 
The reader MUST stroll though it for that purpose alone. 


A long time...

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WAS THE LORD'S WILL TO KILL?
The following is an accurate account, 
Recounted verbatim and voiced by a machine that brings down a lot of trusting fools
A dissertation delivered by this dude who was just following...

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My daughter and I have started working out
at a local gym.We have done water aerobics
and ever the over achiever I decided to try
Zumba as well.It will be fun ,I convinced myself.
I love dancing and it...

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EULOGY TO MRS (Ph.D) ALIHAJA, AMINAT OLABOOPO                            ...

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Compared with us, the kids today
Too little play and too much weigh.
Alone indoors they snack and sit
And buttons hit, while we stayed fit.

We'd quickly chores and homework do,
Then dash through doors to fun pursue,
To basketballs...

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I Was off work not feeling too well
When covid 19 came along there was no time to dwell
I came back to work and sat in the huddle feeling nervous but I knew  no hugs...

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There's some urge in me that makes me want to dance. Dance the dizzying spin
of childhood again until I fall still, mimicking the lifeless on the grass and laugh
with the scent of dirt and air...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a...

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A serpentine row of pillars of stone  
Winding through farms, woods and much weeded track
Like suture marks upon earth's bordered skin,  
And white-washed, each proclaiming its number in black.  

Stones planted to...

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How many years did I plant
 dig and dig up again and silently rant
where a flower placed here, should be moved from here to there
 at first, not well planning where 
this one or that...

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I have seen it slowly coming,
and I do not know what to do,
a slow but steady erosion
in the world’s average IQ.
It started back in the nineties,
a slow but steady drip since then,
decline in mental fortitude
amongst...

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Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”

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I’ve talked to my flowers
I’ve watered, weeded and gathered
roses, lilies, lilacs – 
	so graceful, yet so real
		like summertime, so sincere
petals drenched by...

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I came upon a tribe one day
in a land not far away
where everyone gets what they need
from juices of an orange seed

Some who drank the juice had died
and so the tribe felt satisfied
that they had...

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The blackberry's love for the garden rose
Brought down the gardener's wrath.
The blackberry sensed the danger
As he wended the garden path.

" A love so true as mine", he sighed,
"Must dare to brave the hoe.
Just a few...

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The world is a garden,
It is filled with the overflowing fruit of life
Love,
Joy,
Peace,
Forbearance,
Kindness,
Goodness,
Faithfulness-
I do not see hatred in that,
So do not bring it into this garden
This garden is a safe haven, where weeds like you...

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By invitation from a trusted friend, 
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
Weeded and worn the...

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Are there ghosts on Hessle Road
Do the bell bottomed boys
Slide quietly into Rayners
For the pint, the craic, the noise.
Do their pockets still jingle
Until, having spent it all
It's again through the Bullnose
To pursue the ghostly trawl.

Do...

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I am going to write a poem about what do you believe
I believe there is fairy tale
The fairy tale that is written in heaven
The kind that one can only dream of
I believe that it could...

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!Papa Pepper!
one day a farmer woke
planted peppers in the ground
peppers that the throat could choke
hotter ones could not be found
!PAPA PEPPER!
every day the farmer weeded,
waited wisely, watched, and watered
there was nothing that they needed
every tongue...

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And this is the origin of victory:
A man once went to sow his mustard seed;
The path to his garden was impassable muddy
And the weather was discouraging awry,
Thin drizzle and heavy downpour alike
Made clothes stick to...

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There were wolves, coyotes and wildcats:
all fighting for supremacy in vast grasslands,
but envy made them greener than grass and harder than rock...
trying to break up the alliance between the rabbit and the fox.

Morning came without...

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