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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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......

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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,...

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Across the face 
of an egg-yolk 
full moon

scudded a bouquet 
of clouds gone
too soon.

Answer a question 
to a night-gazer 
it behooved:

Was it the moon, the...

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