Mother Basketball Poems

True & False
Indo Pak True And False Theory
1.Islam came from Saudi Arabia.True or False
2.Ignorance is insult of human intelligence.True or False
3.Bilingual means Hindko Hindi.True or...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The Desk
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and made a...

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Wow! What a great move!
He fakes them out of their shoes!
Fifty points tonight...
Yeah, my son, 'the superstar'
~ Wish he'd treat his mother right...

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He was playing glorious baseball in the sun!
His family jewels got cup-checked scoring a home-run!
His mother let out a loud yell!
While to his knees, he...

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Word to your mother I'm the over weight lover
A beat of the clock to watch the grand tick tock
Blowing up the system in my shorts
Summer...Summer...Summer...

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POEM 16 REAL DEAL FOR YOU 



WE ARE ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR SOME SPECIAL THING IN OUR LIFE FOR US. 

THAT THING IS THE LOVE WE...

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One Toke Over The Line

A voice is being heard not of the absurd
 We bask in the vast ambiance of a spiritual quest
 All along...

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Sunday drives into the country,
escaping the heat from the city,
passing tobacco farms along the way,
with old barns and rusty Coca-Cola signs
resting against their weathered sides.

Driving...

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Our guilt 
It was the longest street in the world each side
had shops selling salami and cheese, mind each 
product changed the name as to...

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A The Sea Bird 
During the occupation of Norway when many fled to 
Sweden or England the new generation has forgotten that
in their hatred of...

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Basketball Blues

Here I am trying to string some coherent thoughts into a prose in writing…
When there is this sudden continuous thumping noise behind where I...

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A silent tear runs down her face
As she lays within this darkened place
Her mind alone cannot forget
Her memories so clear and yet
So long ago her...

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Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade...

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He fiddled 
with his foreskin,
pulling the taunts over

The tip of his nose,
it still stung, from when
Gary Mother****in' Jackson
(a strapping lad who insisted
this should have been...

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