Long Whirrs Poems

My eyes stare straight,
fixated on something in the distance, 
humming a song that would send chills,
if you ever got the chance to listen.

A padded cell and a straitjacket,
the doctor giving one of his ‘visits,’
his moans...

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Resemblance
by Michael R. Burch

Take this geode with its rough exterior—
crude-skinned, brilliant-hearted ...
a diode of amethyst—wild, electric;
its sequined cavity—parted, revealing.
Find in its fire all brittle passion,
each jagged shard relentlessly aching.
Each spire inward—a fission startled;
in its shattered...

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I’m Onomato-pea-a
The window is my home.
I love the sounds of cooking
At day, at dusk, and dawn.

Mom clomps into the room
And clicks on every light
The curtain whooshes open,
I wake up, “No more night!”

Drawers squeak, cabinets creak
Bread...

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Eight decades past world war two was at its last gasp.'
Parades were to folow.' Nazi Germany was beaten hollow
Like a drum..'Some scenes echo.' And make me dumb my
Mouth, silent my eyes observe the violence shaky...

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Even amongst the hums and whirrs and hisses
coming from behind the counter
Its so easy
In the pretentious mist of this artsy café
To pick up
And draw on
The stained remains of conversation;
Some so Avant Garde
Andy Warhol would vomit.
Drenched...

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The last plasma puff of the engine invites them out
Of the vessel, wearing refrigerated high-tech suits
Equipped complete with claw-like studs gripping cracked grout,
Fighting for balance against the gusts in their pursuit.

Tsal pulls out the holo-tablet...

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Leave me on this island
Leave me on Elba to die
I don't mind
Actually I do
I'm just the shyest man alive
And maybe to her
I'm not even so much as a boy
"Only boys play games"

I was never in...

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I set the date
Hope I am not late
To save some souls
From chilly fate

The year of our Lord
Dial one nine, one two
From my home-based lab
After locking in-situ

A gyro spins
A crackle, a flash
I land on the deck
With...

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"I have been a stranger in a strange land."  Bible, Exodus 2:22

The compass whirrs.
North toward rock, south toward sand.
East toward ice, and west toward river.

Like a game of spin the bottle I take a...

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The succulent awaits the sun
That pink streak now rising
Stretched across a gray blue sky
It's magenta blossoms abiding

Change happens very swiftly each
morn, the sky's color shifts
Now sand like the ocean's shore
That constantly pitches and drifts

Oh! The...

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If I sleep tonight
What can I make of tomorrow
As my mind whirrs in and whirrs out
But I'm still made time for
How do I categorise this mood
Perhaps melancholy
There's surely been a time and place slip
I don't...

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Ice, ice, baby
You pour me over maybe
A straw to pierce the depths
Inhale the deepest breaths

A fancy glass all fluted
In milky joy I'm rooted
A scoop of whizzed banana
Tastes of pure Americana

The decor is all flashy
Just white...

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She whips and whirrs, wild and wanton
Gaia’s grasses nearly come out of the earth
She is in a frenzy, stirring things up and away
At first it is scarves and paper plates, then there is an eerie...

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If I sleep tonight
Then tomorrow is mine
My mind whirrs in and whirrs out
Tomorrow could be mine
But for tonight
And the timeslip of melancholy
 
Sitting in various chairs
Contemplating the absence of dreams
Whilst holding in my hands 
Knowledge...

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Raving gang!
Nation in a mirthful mood,
Whirrs of discordant triumph,  
Eyes steaming noxious passion. 

        Look about! 
Revelry boils over;  
Death in the embrace of a squall 
Eddies skyward; the...

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Apricot sunrise that changes
Fast turning to gold
Whispy angels' wings dot a blue sky
Fog shawls the forest bold

Coyotes yap yap in the woods
One lone lookout crow caws
As the roosters crow the sun up
The sun wakes diamonds'...

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A thrill of autumn debutant debrief 
with row on row of bushes blooming red    
releasing winds of change upon the reef    
autumn bids her hues of mournful reds ;
the...

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I’m Imagining a place where we make sense - the hot-chocolate 
safe-house where we’ll tongue wrestle, watch Gossip Girl reruns
and cuddle - sustained by love and Cinnamon Life cereal.

This dark, coffin-like clock in the corner...

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Ice-pick lighting,
headache inducing halogen,
white screen glows,
static blank heat.
Anti-matter, cold and desolate
as snowfields in winter,
enigmatic dreamless philosophy,
cryptographs of oblivion.
When dims the halogen,
the projector whirrs,
future enacted luminance,
expanding and imploding.
Blue and green slides,
entropic deliverance,
in architectural visuals,
structures of bleached...

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