Ambler Poems - Poems about Ambler

...POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Fair Game by Michael R. Burch At the Tennessee State Fair, the largest stuffed animals hang tilt-a-whirl over the pool tables with mocking button eyes, knowing the p......

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...Bartender Oh Bartender (a stout rendition of O Captain! My Captain! Perfect rhythmic rhyme with tonic when the doth ale). Mine eyes espy the glory per the ending of another work day beckon B......

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...When you see me sailing my boat on a stormy water during a stormy weather, that means I am closer to fine. When you see me walking calmly in the middle of a street, so busy, that means I am cl......

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...POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Shark by Michael R. Burch They are all unknowable, these rough pale men— haunting dim pool rooms like shadows, propped up on bar stools like scarecrows, nodding and......

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...I am walking in the garden of an ancient city The walls are covered with climbing ivy of a delicate hue The dews are thick after the warm rains There in the middle, the stately statue withst......

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...Pool's Prince Charming by Michael R. Burch this is my tribute to the legendary pool shark "Saint Louie" Louie Roberts Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool, making all the ladies drool ... Take the “......

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...How offensive that must’ve felt! I’m seated after having said this in bewailment like an ox Not thinking of the grandeur but of her buttocks Gloriously, as an ambler, I lift the embargo on this th......

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...In the tangle of wood Delighted by the scent of earth rich warmth Of forest floor fusion The carpet of needles dance with the rhythm of your step And lead you to its tranquility Its crisp crac......

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... Walking on my own The future unknown Where do I go now? I wish it was shown... Thinking figurine My future unseen Which door will open? Stranded in between... Unse......

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...Lonely village, moonless night Coal’s acrid odor, breath white Meandering highway, the drunkard’s path Clouded mind grasped for excuses from wrath Unaware of the shadows His eyes on th......

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...Me and my dear ones In the crew of life I try to settle myself in strife Knowing these moons will disappear But still struggling like Shakespeare He gives me and I take And I spend lavishly o......

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