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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sharon by Michael R. Burch, circa age 15 apologies to Byron I. Flamingo-minted, pink, pink cheeks, dark hair streaked with a lisp of dawnlight; I have seen your shadow creep through eerie webs spun out of twilight... And I have longed to kiss your lips, as sweet as the honeysuckle blooms, and to hold your pale albescent body, more curvaceous than the moon... II. Black-haired beauty, like the night, stay with me till morning's light. In shadows, Sharon, become love until the sun lights our alcove. Red, red lips reveal white stone: whet my own, my passions hone. My all in all I give to you, in our tongues’ exchange of dew. Now all I ever ask of you is: do with me what now you do. My love, my life, my only truth! In shadows, Sharon, shed your gown; let all night’s walls come tumbling down. III. Now I will love you long, Sharon, as long as longing may be. Byron was not a shy one, as peacocks run. —Michael R. Burch When I visited Lord Byron's residence at Newstead Abbey, there were peacocks running around the grounds, which I thought appropriate. Moore or Less by Michael R. Burch for Richard Moore Less is more — in a dress, I suppose, and in intimate clothes like crotchless hose. But now Moore is less due to death’s subtraction and I must confess: I hate such redaction! u-turn: another way to look at religion by michael r. burch ... u were born(e) orphaned from Ecstasy into this lower realm: just one of the inching worms dreaming of Beatification; u’d love to make a u-turn back to Divinity, but having misplaced ur chrysalis, can only chant magical phrases, like Circe luring ulysses back into the pigsty ... no foothold by michael r. burch there is no hope; therefore i became invulnerable to love. now even god cannot move me: nothing to push or shove, no foothold. so let me live out my remaining days in clarity, mine being the only nativity, my death the final crucifixion and apocalypse, as far as the i can see ... The Tally by Hafiz aka Hafez loose translation by Michael R. Burch Lovers don't reveal all their Secrets; under the covers they may count each other's Moles (that reside and hide in the shy regions by forbidden holes), then keep the final tally strictly from Aunt Sally! The Red State Reaction by Michael R. Burch Where the hell are they hidin’ Sleepy Joe Biden? And how the hell can the bleep Do so much, in his sleep? Keywords/Tags: Sharon, Byron, beauty, night, light, hair, twilight, lips, honeysuckle
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