Best Behooved Poems

Just what can astrology gain us?
The confusion surely must pain us.
Just how are you behooved--
Not to mention improved--
By knowing the moon's in Ur-anus?...

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It was a nice romance, she loved to dance 
 to the music's beat, but I had two left feet
 The circumstance made us take a chance
 And we enrolled for ballroom lessons.. (sweet)

 I gave it a try and by and by
 I began...

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Our first computer was set and ready to go.
How to use it only the children did know.
“Wheel of Fortune” became our regular game.
We would gather to play; it earned family fame.

Taking turns guessing letters: R-S-T-L-N-E.
Every one was a clue to the phrase mystery.
Each night was...

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To all of common ancestry
All cousins to be sought
Who bear the line within my vein
Legitimate or not

Akin to or by marriage
Even once or twice behooved
Descendants and dependents
Even forcibly removed

The fondest of all memories
Of days gone by alas
I won the free kin lottery
You can all go...

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"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.

Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.

Words, numerously luxuriate on holey
Crimpled sheets.

Words astonishing and boon
Words effulgent and true

To arrange? ...

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Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The best book of the age...

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The wish that you wished 
for upon a bright star
Same wish that would stay 
Locked inside a glass jar.

Carrying around and peering
right through it
Dying to capture that wish 
you were'nt born with.

Behooved you no longer 
grasp onto that wish
For you now see in Life 
it's...

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If dedication ever was
A flood goes out your way
If time could stop just because
I'd wish the while to stay

More grand than any setting sun
Surpassing any sight
More dear to me than anyone
A circle of delight

Of mothers and of sisters
Of daughters and of theirs
Of cousins, aunts and...

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For President Run

Better things will be
And go down in history
In home of the free.

Things will have improved
A great message have behooved
We like to have viewed.

Greatest when charming
And never will be harming
Or also alarming.

For President run
When over and after done
Surely will have one.

James Stricter Predictor Horn
Retired...

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Stalking him,
Always now,
In the daylight, or down city street, no matter.
Sleek- a panther, its coat cast obsidian under a moon in anarchy.

Behind him, or in front,
Clutching deeply until each appendage of self falls victim;
The brain, the belly
And the heart unwittingly surrenders.
And the heart.

For although it...

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Existentialism emancipation proclamation manumission...

Flourishes amidst freedom 
once invisible (alice in) chains shucked
when soul no longer kept linkedin 
to jane's addiction 
with corporeal duty, entity, fealty... 
while formerly shed body electric 
gendered as former googly eyed hotmail 
actually a prodigy, whose outlook 
arouses suspicions regarding him...

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DRIVE

A day to drive,
Coolant sunned,
Last leaves scattered,
On a pedal-fly, 
Ignition lust,
On mother-piston,
Pointed beams like bone fingers,
I sit upright alone,
Dark storm racing,
Lightening spoken to.
Weary of the voric-tendonces,
The telly I left,
From Demille's close-ups,
Of Towers steel rain,
Hand holding Jumpers,
The day of the terrorist tools,
At home I got car...

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"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth", I question.
Research on this ancient proverb, of course
finally brought me to this aged suggestion:
"the longer its teeth, the older the horse."

Remembering a blue-chip London bus trip
we took a journey to T-Square perforce.
There upon the fourth plinth, we...

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To Heaven We Have to Go
or Hi Ho Where is the Dairy Oh

Loved him with all of his ambience
Which often had wished I could absconce
Wh happened to be handsome to the hilt
Like a frustrated flower, could make me wilt.

Was becoming with smile which was contagious
Almost...

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Things sacredly sworn should last forever.
Wedding rings aren't meant to be removed
but love doesn't always end like a fairytale.
This is a rendering of what was forsaken,
in a painstaking tale that wounded my heart
but all's well that ends well... after a sale.

Vile words spewed from inebriated...

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