Apollo Poems - Poems about Apollo

...Greed left a trail of crumbs for you to follow Don't ask why you can't put your hands on me I am the deepest, darkest part of the ocean floor That we've established is too dangerous to explore ......Read the rest...

...Preposterous Eros by Michael R. Burch “Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga Preposterous Eros shot me in the buttocks, with a Devilish grin, spent all my money in a rush then left my heart......Read the rest...

...What good is love, when guys and girls are whores? What use are we, when all is the libido? Good girls on their backs, bad girls on all fours, secretly swoon for guys like the Mandingo! ......Read the rest...

...Children's Poems IV These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Boundless by Michael R. Burch for......Read the rest...

... Wrought by the hands of Aphrodite this tale begun. With sunset glaze and infinite rythem. Had Apollo composed this melody? For this has been my only remedy. This longing can't be quenched n......Read the rest...

...Whoever you are death will come, whether you are king, or simply scum. Wherever you go, death will follow, on Earth or Mars or even Apollo. No one escapes the angel of death, your spirit he’ll claim,......Read the rest...

... Soak in the palmolive snake oil tonic. The cool stalk of my ebonics on hydroponics. Get stuck in the matrix of my convicts, of hooker phonics. Get high off of my knock off water on the br......Read the rest...

...I am being born again and again From above Not from the will of men And in these births is one aching desire to connect with you my sister, my bride I'll never have another Lover I've ......Read the rest...

...Please Michelle Obama... can you save American democracy? I highly hugely grant Barack Hussein belated kudos what with his wizardesses in tow wrought wonders to one nation analogous whil......Read the rest...

...Through whispers that furrow the silence, the cursing horn sounds, Over plains of shadow the dusk of night descends all around. Hyperion of night glows with embers beneath lids of silver light, In......Read the rest...

...I'm perplexed! My breath chocks as Euterpe, Calliope, Erato, Apollo, and modest Muses leading me Through the refreshingly flooding streams of Antiope To heavens, where I am, like an eagle, endless......Read the rest...

... Ford score and...Chevy five years ago, my Model A strapping handsome big bro, (who sped like one speeding Triumph font lee, crow), wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with bold face observers whis......Read the rest...

... The in-sense of dying night falls in the early morning burn. The mating song of the beast calls in the darkness, hyenas mimicking loved one, per eac......Read the rest...

...it was a legal tackle– it’s not as if football is a dangerous sport, sure you have your injuries, but it’s not like boxing where the guys walk around brain-damaged, or look at hockey, they have......Read the rest...

...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 runnin......Read the rest...