Best Bleach Poems

(A Villanelle)

The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,
a never-ending march of cheerless dark
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array

where forest scene gives one...

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Birth was suppose to come much easier than this.
Panting quickly as I was taught, 
the pain dissolves my gallant front
and tears have come from eyes...

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I washed my white lace tablecloth and hung it out to dry
The bleach did the best it could-it was worth the try
'Though no one else...

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Written: September 19, 2023

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. James...

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She wore pineapple rings for glasses
and walked like jelly dances
I didn't rate her chances
She used to wee standing up
she cooked lemon a'la duck
won the lottery,...

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The poor lovely lemon,
     It’s really so unfair
An arbitrary choice?
    Then why not choose a pear?

Why pick on...

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Spring

A refresh of rain, falling down on them all
Un-quenching each leaf with tilt refrain
Linden shaped blossoms in spring do install
Such beautiful heaven that no one...

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It’s nice to get away
for a few hours or a day
As soft breezes stir night air
And salty mist clings to your hair
Stirring memories of Adolescence...

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In the mirror on Vishu morning I see an Indian woman
whose Brooklyn mouth can't form Hindu prayers.
Should I bleach my skin to match my voice?
Should...

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I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored...

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I can already hear the whispers
Before I open the door
Walking down the corridor
Fluorescent lights beam down
Illuminating, my faults
       ...

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Not-So-Heroic Couplets
by Donald Trump
care of Michael R. Burch 

To outfox the pox: 
kill yourself first, with Clorox!

And since death is the goal, 
mainline Lysol! 

No...

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Things I never thought I'd hear myself say
Back before my kids were born
Why is my toothbrush in the microwave?
And why is my recliner full of...

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"In the absence of complication,
     trials and tribulations become distant memories.
          Above...

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I

I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A...

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