Michael Burch Poet Epigram

Epigram Viii

Epigrams VIII

Less Heroic Couplets: Word to the Unwise
by Michael R. Burch

I wanted to be good as gold,
but being good, as I’ve been told,
requires something, discipline,
I simply have no interest in!



Brief Fling I
by Michael R. Burch

To write an epigram, cram.
If you lack wit, scram!



Brief Fling II
by Michael R. Burch

“Epigram”
means cram,
then scram!



Brief Fling III
by Michael R. Burch

No one gives a damn about my epigram?
And yet they’ll spend billions on Boy George and Wham!
Do they have any idea just how hard I cram?



Golden Years?
by Michael R. Burch

I’m getting old.
My legs are cold.
My book’s unsold and my wife’s a scold. 
Now the only gold’s
in my teeth. 
I fold. 



Experience is the best teacher but a hard taskmaster.—Michael R. Burch

Time will tell, as it always does in the end.—Michael R. Burch

One man's coronation is another man's consternation.—Michael R. Burch

The Golden Rule is much easier to recite than observe. — Michael R. Burch

The Golden Rule is much easier to recite for others' benefit than to observe oneself. — Michael R. Burch

Consider a Golden Mean when the Golden Rule is employed. Some people are much harder on themselves than on others. — Michael R. Burch

The editors of Poetry know no more about poetry than I do about basket-weaving, except that I know a good basket when I have it in my hands.—Michael R. Burch

Cassidy Hutchinson is not only credible, but her courage and poise under fire have been incredible. — Michael R. Burch

Cassidy Hutchinson is a modern Erin Brockovich except that in her case the well has been poisoned for the whole country. — Michael R. Burch

The most dangerous words ever uttered by human lips are “Thus saith the LORD.” — Michael R. Burch



Untitled

I didn’t mean to love you,
but I did.
Best leave the rest unsaid,
hid-
den
and unbidden.
—Michael R. Burch



You imagine life is good,
but have you actually understood?
—Michael R. Burch



Living with a body ain’t much fun.
Harder, still, to live without one.
Whatever happened to our day in the sun?
—Michael R. Burch



How little remains of our joys and our pains.
How little remains of our losses and gains.
How little remains of whatever remains.
—Michael R. Burch



Sometimes I feel better, it’s true,
but mostly I’m not over you.
—Michael R. Burch





Keywords/Tags: epigram, epigrams, write, writing, words, wisdom, humor, humorous, irony, quote, quotes, sayings

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