Long Double dactyl Poems

In a Stolen Moment
by Michael R. Burch

In a stolen moment,
when the clock’s hands complete their inevitable course
and sleep is the night’s dark spell,
I call it a curse,

seeking the force,
the font of candescent words, the electric...

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I have invented a nonce nonsense form: the "dabble dactyl." A dabble dactyl starts out like a double dactyl, but forgets the rules and changes horses midstream. Anyone who prefers order to chaos should give...

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TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS II

Quite Con-trary
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Trumpy, Trumpy,
fat, balding and lumpy,
how does your Rose Garden grow?
“With venom and spleen
and everything mean,
and my gasket about to blow!”

Trumpy, Trumpy,
obese and dumpy,
why...

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Various Heresies 8

These are heretical poems with heresies about the bible, god, jesus christ and christianity.


Red State Religion Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch

I’d like to believe in your LORD
but I really can’t risk it
when his...

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TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS III

Trump's real goals are obvious
and yet millions of Americans remain oblivious.
—Michael R. Burch

Our awful unlawful "president"
will soon be a jailhouse resident.
— Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Teddy Roosevelt spoke softly...

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"The Prosecution "NOR" "The Defense", makes the accused come to court,and this is something I must "Report".The accused is not going to get a jail or prison sentence,and this is a fact that cannot go...

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What a name called? 
Football a game called, 
To known arena called stadium, 
Played eleven to eleven side to side each, 
Formations of it kinds, 
Aims of a two goal post net, 
Aims of a...

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My humble tribute to a great personality:

When India won freedom, he did not attend the celebration, rather he was on road helping all, trying to end communal violence. He said how can I celebrate when...

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Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning. 
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and...

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ADELAIDE REQUIRED AID 

Adelaide adored me
Ingrid ignored me
Adelaide and I made quite an odd pair
Yet Ingrid had silver silken threads instead of hair

Looking up to a cloud laden sky I prayed to heaven for Ingrid’s...

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a kiss on the way to work... 
   as the morning birds chirp... 
you say a little prayer, as what its worth 

coffee,cream,two sugars, to get your day going... 
   good...

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GOING FROM SAD TO VERSE

If my body is a temple it’s been potently polluted
And if my soul is a church it’s doctrine has been desperately disputed
My head tries to convince me that life can’t get...

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Colorful Sins.

  
What should I do with my pain ?
Throw it away again 
What have you done with your love
You once told me that it goes above
Above all the limitations of sky
you even painted...

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Life is worth it
When I live for you
It’s how I know that this is love proven true
But there you fly now in the sky
Showing me that differences and flaws
Is coexistence in each other
Celebrate them don’t...

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Clippity Cloppity
    Emily Davison
    confronted race horses
    losing her life

    dissident suffragette
    indiscriminately
    committed sabotage
  ...

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Extraordinarily
sterling law pedigree
Jackson, Ketanji Brown's
confirmation went down:
no ugly fight.

Ology, Elegy
What's this fresh hell I see?
Lenient sentencing,
can't define womanhood,
natural rights.

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Name ordered based on meter only: dactyl, dactyl

As an answer to a written question, Jackson wrote, "I...

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Roads and Romans 

Poem 1     Roads
Poem 2     Romans

 
Two poems by Bev Smith and Arthur Vaso

Form: Double Inverted Verse

Please read the poem “Roads” by Bev Smith first!
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/roads_672480

In...

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M-Were both dead, are souls seperate
F-I open my eyes and i feel in hell
M-I see the big golden gates with angels around
F-I see pits of fire ,demons stabbing me
M-The gates widely opeing for me
F-I see...

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CAUGHT IN THE SIGHTS

like Bambi caught in the sights of a hunter's gun
life sometimes ain't any phun
like never gaining permission to be what you want to be
life can often leave you less than feeling free
like...

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I.

Higgledy piggledy
Roger de Coverley
Fonder of hoofing it
Than of romance

Found himself typified
Characteristically
King of the Reels and the
Lord of the Dance.  

II.

Willety wallety
William the Conqueror
Wanted his subjects to
Quail at his power,

Crowing to Londoners
Hyperdespotically, 
“Look, everybody, I’ve
Built...

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BOTH BRILLIANT AND RESILIENT

I went along even though she wanted to rule
She forgave me for being such an ungrateful fool
We both thought we had settled the score’
She got a boyfriend and I got a whore
She...

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Baby in my dreams you were my only desire
In my life till now you have been my one inspire
In my heart I hold this love so open and strong
I have never thought of anyone else...

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WHEN WILL YOU DIME STORE POETS GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD
I CAN OUTWRITE MOST OF YOU WHILST ASLEEP IN MY BED
YOU WANT TO WRITE ABOUT DAISIES AND WILDFLOWERS
WHILE I WRITE ABOUT SOLDIERS DYING BY THE...

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,,Just a nap in noon I'll take", I always say in sudden,
Since my eyes have already rotten, 
and my breath's beat forgotten.

My clothes full of cotton, 
sadly the Fabric foresworn, 
of all the drawn scorn.

And...

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BEHIND WAS AHEAD OF ME

I left so much behind
That’s what one does when one is losing his or her mind
I left without so much as a final goodbye
That’s what one does when one has an...

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