Best Bedtimes Poems

i am here to let your words make love to me
i am here to bury my face deep in your poetry

to let your haiku 
molest my naked body
shake me like a tree

can you read the want in my hips
for your metaphors and similes?
like an African lion in heat i long your...

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A CFO chased cheaper resumes
into my severance of free days.
Safe in winter with my kids and Blue’s Clues,
til Spring brought out the perks of community dues.
Dawned smiles a first morning’s remark
nurtured those long talks into the dark.
Days pushed strollers on pathways to
lunch dates from sidewalk...

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Limericks VI - Religion

Pell-Mell for Hell Mel
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a Baptist named Mel
who condemned all non-Christians to hell.
When he stood before God
he felt like a clod
to discover His Love couldn’t fail!



Why I Left the Religious Right
by Michael R. Burch

He's got Jesus's name...

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A Mother’s Love

She rises with the morning sun,
And starts her day out on the run;
When afternoon, the clock strikes one,
Her day has only just begun;
Why even when she’s having fun,
A Mother’s work is never done!

Her love is given one-to-one,
To ev’ry daughter, ev’ry son;
For even when...

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Disjointed beings beg the questions – still
an ashen horse delivers what is owed.
Decisions kneel before compassion’s will,
to stop and help a turtle cross the road.

To comfort one another, brings them home,
confides the mornings, bedtimes now alone.
Concentric dreams preserve the lost to roam
among the ash and...

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Doggerel I or Nonsense Verse

A$$tronomical
by Michael R. Burch

Einstein, the frizzy-haired,
proved E equals MC squared.
Thus, all mass decreases
as activity ceases?
Not my mass, my a$$ declared!



Bible Libel
by Michael R. Burch

If God
is good,
half the Bible
is libel.

I came up with this epigram after reading the Bible from cover to...

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Now I lay me down to sleep

Mother prodded bedtimes as I lay
nodding        finger twirls of small hair lock
donuts  until I spoke them
myself

we prayed              ...

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Loss (2/11/2014)

It is a stone that cannot be lifted
Planted into the earth of the soul.

Buried under the cat that he drove over 
Pressing it into the ground in the ridges of the tractor tire.
And the jungle gym of his arm that I swung under
Long hair,...

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The macrocosm of
the unquiet mind
Shines brightly in
poetically timed lines
Deep thoughts go
swirling
spinning into rhymes
Intelligence is found
writing with chimes
Inspiration is
sought in
dreamy bedtimes
Sleeping apon ways
painted
canvases primed
Vividly wonderous
masterpieces
That last
until
we end our time...

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School was out,
vacation touched our gate,
long days,bedtimes late;
time,routinee we relegate

Bird nesting,climbing trees,
building dens,adults unseen,
picnics and make-believe;
imagination-filled dreams

Unsupervised,wandering free,
adventures sans boundary,
no cares,no chores;
natural boyhood to the core

23/4/11  inspired by red'n'ritten's series of childhood 
reminiscences...

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The State of the Art (I)
by Michael R. Burch

Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?

Are poets lacking fire,
their words too trite and forced?
What happened to desire?
Has passion been coerced?

Shall poetry fade slowly,
like Latin, to past tense?
Are...

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The Making of a Poet
by Michael R. Burch

While I don’t consider “Poetry” to be my best poem—I wrote the first version in my teens—it’s a poem that holds special meaning for me; I call it my ars poetica. I also consider the poems that follow...

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Limericks I - Relatives and Relativity

The Cosmological Constant
by Michael R. Burch

Einstein, the frizzy-haired,
said E equals MC squared.
Thus all mass decreases
as activity ceases?
Not my mass, my a$$ declared!


A$$-tronomical
by Michael R. Burch

Relativity, the theorists’ creed,
says mass increases with speed.
My (m)a$$ grows when I sit it.
Mr. Einstein, get...

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She is my daughter too,
What don’t you understand you shrew.

I was there when she was made,
Remember between your legs I laid.

We planned her birth,
Do you not realise to me her worth.

For that moment of pleasure,
To consummate for our treasure.

I was there throughout her growth,
Although you...

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Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both worlds grow obscure.



Muse/Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

“What will you conceive in me?”
I asked her. But she
only smiled.

“Naked, I bore your child
when...

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