Poems About Poets X

Poems for Poets X Poems about Poets X 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R. Burch Gwynn and Bear It by Michael R. Burch He once was a scholar, but now he's just hot under the collar: civility repealed, his redneck at last revealed.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