Long Wheelbarrow Poems

Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the...

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Voting day at long last has arrived.
Scrambling through closet,
a cavernous space in accumulation.
In the deepest darkest corner, 
purpose achieved, 
garnering my three by five inch American flag,
glorious yet demure.

This my opportunity to come out of...

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On this side of the inferno,
A cool breeze gently tugs the sleeves,
Of the man whose plan is to seize,
Just enough children hands to die,
Before the rot of paradox,
Sets in to make him lonely again.

His idea...

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7 pm wake up call


Today I had the strangest dream.
There was you and I, working side by side,
In a café down the street.
I guess we were on equal pay.
I started work and there you were,
Sat...

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It was a dry, dusty day when I saw the wheelbarrow, with long handles made of dark wood. 
The wheel is struggling as it carries its burden, but it manages the job that it should....

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Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the Horny Toad)
by Michael R. Burch

He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in...

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Incredible Product Warnings

By Elton Camp

Far from folly this hair dry warning is keeping
In telling snoozers, “Do not use while sleeping”

Thinking of putting a curl in your colon or tongue? 
“For external use only,” on curling...

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He trained Seaguls to carry
 letters and items.
He built a wheelbarrow that
later he help create a steam engine
using the blueprints from
 the Ancient scrolls.
The weird world of Science
he taught physics and math
at the College of...

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Happily Never After: the Second Curse of the Horny Toad
by Michael R. Burch
 
He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled...

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up truck, dad would bundle my suitcase into the back and...

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Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making...

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I started out the day
Pacing the floors
I couldn't believe it , 
Three week ends in a row

I fed the squirrels and birds
Then grabbed my purse and coat
Headed for the garage
And in the van I got

Oh...

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The radio controlled emotion of a steel framed explosion happens not once nor twice or three times. Several sharp impacts equals a scrambled surface. Where no glorification of swamp residue exists for it glows and...

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Huddled under the Northern Michigan
Umbrellas
Popped open
With cherry bows of pink blossoms

Is our little family cabin

Not so much
Made of brown brick and mortar
Glued pounded and squared together
In the 1950s

But placed on a slab of summer sun
Face...

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Note

(Try to put your best Scottish accent on when reading this one)



Disguarded fae the workplace, rusted red distorted frame.
Mangled handles reachin' oot like a wee disguarded bairn.
Were ye pushed aroon' a factory,heavin' loads or liftin'...

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A game we were all born to play
Comes out of the closet today
It's right there next to the game of "Life"
It's "MONOPOLY" and it's mine

Find the token that lets you fit the part
Let us all...

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After an appointment with one of many specialists
My husband and I see regularly,
We both felt a little depressed.
We decided to go for a coffee at a quaint old shop,
In Port Elliot, about half an hour's...

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Take me away,
from my family, friends and the society,
In a hearse or the Bugatti La Voiture Noire.
Take me away,
from the surface of the earth and the Black Race,
Like a pest on a crop,
The truth must...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring trees, now fallen 
full blast down, geometrically down, 
right angle,...

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*Image of Dr Mikhail Tyaglyy
AUDIO version for the vision impaired.


Dr Mikhail Tyaglyy


Go, young man,
and conciliate cravings,
menacing palls the cherished
realm. Shelves are left barren
for frantic looks, as aisles
reload a virtuous plunge of
cobwebbed books, decaying
prints accolades of...

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He neared the crest of the mountain and shouldered his bows and his arrows

They were heavy and laden with lead at times right were the feathers should be

Cap in one hand imprinted with ‘Just do...

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I went for a walk down a dusty road,
While pushing a wheelbarrow with a heavy load.
My objective: to find a place filled with peace,
A new place to call home, where all strife would cease.

Soon I...

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Poem for Grandma and Pappy's Internment

Picking june-bugs off of roses
Watering lilies by the dozen
Spreading mulch in the heat of the day
Watching a storm roll in - a thunder clap
Rain to give the garden life 
Life...

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A seam in a sock is a whistling clock. Wheelbarrow hours like a treading of grapes for wine. But swamped with the rest of the waters, teas, coffees and creams can bring a mingle of...

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Here's another tale about hillbillies
That you probably don't wanna miss
It's about their many inventions
And the story goes something like this

Now see, my great, great grandfather
Was kind of an inventor of sorts
He invented stuff like wooden...

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