Long Wobble Poems

Raisin liked to make her bed upon a shelf up high
She said she likes the feeling that she’s almost in the sky
One day she fell and bonked her head and Rum could only stare
And wondered...

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Villanelles

The villanelle is a poetic form based on repetition, with a double refrain. 



Villanelle: The Divide
by Michael R. Burch

The sea was not salt the first tide...
was man born to sorrow that first day, 
with the...

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Nucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch

“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.

“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a disaster,”
cried glib Punjab.

“After Y2k,
time will spin out of control anyway,”
flamed...

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Regret
by Michael R. Burch

Regret,
a bitter
ache to bear . . .

once starlight
languished
in your hair . . .

a shining there
as brief
as rare.

Regret . . .
a pain
I chose to bear . . .

unleash
the torrent
of your hair . ....

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C:
  I journeyed long upon the way, e-mailed through your router
  hello "Henry", good to greet, I am in your computer
  I am between him and her, so I am gender neuter

...

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Almost a month now and the emotions honeymoon-surfaced fast
Plagued by the invasive thoughts of which one of us will prove to last
Anxiously waiting to see if our Jenga game will wobble, fall and crash
We're each...

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“What's this then,” he asked him as Sprinteren poked his head through the stable door.
     “Umm, we're guarding the back door to make sure no one tries to get in or...

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Splat

Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the...

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There is a water glint,
just shining through the copse beyond.
Autumn's sinking sun, 
barred by spindle trees and the last 
of summer's brindled reeds 
and sedge and rush that fringe this stilling pond.
.
 
Damp leaves hide...

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Sy Roth - 3 Poems
12/17/20130 Comments
 
Picture
Silence

I’ve dreamt often that she crept deep
Into my cellular structure, 
Some time in the nightfall of my being
And planted deeply into my mitochondrion,
A magical silence pill,
Drowning the kittens of...

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                Big Bubbles
        They arise fast though
   They wobble as they...

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      As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy 
metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, 
illness drools plus plus halcyon?
drawn too many wrinkles...

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Old blabber mouth gets on my wick
His attitude makes me quite sick
He plays to the crowd 
Is brash and so loud 
My husband thinks he's an idiot!

Inspired by Stevie Wonder Song on the Radio today...

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The most human of things, that was once said to me, sat in the garden, under the tree, licking my ice cream, feeling the grass, wanting to grow up, wanting to ask, wanting to drive,...

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Beneath the moon's veil, where stars whisper at the universe's edge,
Thoughts sway in the echoes of riddles uncomprehended.
Here, the sacred message from a journey with the hallucinogen's verse
Tells a tale of how the soul's science...

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Beneath the moon's veil, where stars whisper at the universe's edge,
Thoughts sway in the echoes of riddles uncomprehended.
Here, the sacred message from a journey with the hallucinogen's verse
Tells a tale of how the soul's science...

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THE FIRST PART OF A CROWN OF 15 SONNETS BUT IT HAD TO BE SPLIT UP BECAUSE OF CHARACTER SPACE ALLOWANCE WHICH RUINS THE WHOLE THING



Life is hard yet worse to say a goodbye.
We strive,...

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The Divide
by Michael R. Burch

The sea was not salt the first tide ...
was man born to sorrow that first day
with the moon—a pale beacon across the Divide,
the brighter for longing, an object denied—
the tug at...

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Ordinary Love
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Indescribable—our love—and still we say
with eyes averted, turning out the light,
"I love you," in the ordinary way
 
and tug the coverlet where once we lay,
all suntanned limbs entangled, shivering,...

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Let’s have a lil fun. Let’s see how many of these you remember.
If you know, you know (Smile)

Little Boy Blue come blow your horn…
Jack be Nimble, Jack be quick
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Little Bo...

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lesson learned of not taking the bull by the horns

there's this elderly man sitting 
in the front of the bus
he's a picture of cheerfulness 
and mostly goodness
there were also a few other passengers standing
... at...

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A smile crawls onto my face.
What a strange feeling to be happy. 
I spot him within the crowded mass of zombies.
He flashes a smirk my way.
My cheeks flare a vibrant pink.
I can feel the warmth...

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As I awaken
in the early hours
tossing and turning 
half the night long

I am feeling confused
I am zombie like 
as I slowly I arise 
and get up from my bed

Feeling just like the proverbial bear 
...

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sometimes you have to look after your sanity
and try to understand the laws of sequence
where before and after absolutely must preexist
perhaps consciousness cannot access its source
but we're not automata and we've come a long way
through...

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An eight-drawer dresser sits in an attic corner
Under the east wall dormer
It has a drawer that's quite a bother
It's the bottom drawer, a pesky drawer
That the family tries to ignore
It won’t open, it sticks and...

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