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Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for Virginia Woolf

Weigh me down with stones ...
   fill all the pockets of my gown ...
      I’m going down,
         mad as the world
            that can’t recover,
to where even mermaids drown.


Scattershot
by Michael R. Burch

for Anaïs Vionet

Sometimes it’s not
so hot
to be hot,

like when you’re
a bullfrog
boiling in a pot

or when you’re a hottie
who’s been a bit naughty
and now has a stalker

who needs to be shot!



a poem in which i a-coos Coo & Co. of being unfairly lovable
by Michael R. Burch

Coo & Co. are unfairly lovable!
their poems are entirely too huggable!
for what hope have we po'-its,
we intellectual know-its,
or no-wits, when ours are so drubabble?



Thanksgiving Poem #1
by Michael R. Burch

Thanks to Felicity Teague,
we’ve a prophet who doesn’t deceive.
Put down religion,
all furor and schism:
just read her epistles and breathe!



Thanksgiving Poem #2
by Michael R. Burch

Thanks to Coo & Co.
we learn what’s important to know:
Fliss gives us the skinny
about lovely Ginny,
George Swan and the others. Bravo!



Courtly, Courteous Coo
by Michael R. Burch

Coo, the mysterious Columbine,
I’m glad to say, is a friend of mine.

Coo publishes poems composed by Fliss,
and a few of mine, whether hit or miss.

For Coo's much too courteous to say,
as graceless humans do, “No way!”



Plover One to Ground Control
by Michael R. Burch

for Coo & Co.

"Plover, please confirm
you’re not hungover by the worm!"

"I admit it made me squirm
with its stinky, slimy derm

but my beak left no real doubt,
then the tussle became a rout.

I’ve returned to my rocky redoubt.
Plover, over and out."



Mnemosyne was stunned into astonishment when she heard honey-tongued Sappho, wondering how mortal men merited a tenth Muse.—Antipater of Sidon, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



Fireflies
thinking to illuminate the darkness?
Poets!
—Michael R. Burch



I’ll forgive Aaron Poochigian his “dumb damn PhD”
if he’ll focus all his intellectual powers on me!
—Michael R. Burch



Gwynn and Bear It
by Michael R. Burch

He once was a scholar,
but now he's just hot under the collar:
civility repealed,
his redneck at last revealed.
Parasites to the venue:
cooked Gwynn's on the menu!




Kinda Crazy
by Michael R. Burch

It’s kinda crazy, what I did...
Translated everybody. How?
Batman. Robin. Alfred? Jeeves?
Holy Cow!

Keywords/Tags: poets, poetry, poems, hot, hottie
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