Childhood America Poems

In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong, 
as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face,
where memories of childhood days belong,
a...

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	GREEN DAY – revisited
     Although the following poetic/prosaic material written January eighteenth two thousand and eighteen, I came across these encapsulated,...

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"I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Three Christian Churches here used to play
Their hymns rang out along the way
They took turns...

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If I knew one thing as I was growing up,
it was wrapped in two words: 'Love and Security'.
I never felt threatened or exhibited fear of...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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I had the strangest of dreams 
They happend in the land overseas 
Usually called the land of the free
Even though I have never been 
There...

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I smell like pencils in September.
After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags,...

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HOMELESS POETRY

These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless.



Epitaph for a Homeless Child
by Michael R. Burch
		
I lived as best I could, and...

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To All Who Gave Their Lives

Far across the seas, they went, to keep this great land ….safe and free.
I was just a wee bit of...

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silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous...

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Recluse by dint of circumstance

Proud anonymous troglodytes 
forerunners of mine
confronted threats less horrific
than forty fifth commander in chief
of United States of America.

He/him (matted hair, ratty,...

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Cheated

Why does one child walk, 
another talk, 
while still yet another 
will say nothing
the rest of their life? 

How much loss can be endured?
How many...

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Liz Sherman

From the world of Hellboy comics came,
A woman with flames, Liz Sherman was her name,
A pyrokinetic, her powers set aflame,
A tortured soul, forever in...

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Frames of navy night sky sparkle, her glasses
        Reminisce on stricter times, nineteen forty eight
   ...

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I remember being in my crib, hugging a soft Teddy Bear.

I remember, my Mother, so young, reading poetry to me.

I remember being a wee girl,...

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