Best Bourse Poems

Wish I was a poet, and got well paid
for poems writ whilst wearing suede
and drinking lots ‘n' lots of claret, 
in a well-appointed Paris garret

My publisher would love me true, 
and pay my rent, when overdue, 
so I wouldn't sleep on Montmartre streets
and get under...

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Moulin Rouge

The greens and pinks magnetize to my eye
Like flowers abloom, in a field espied;
That overwhelms creation’s invention
With beauty of grandiose dimension
Shifting to the wind’s orchestrated movements,
And winks my soul agape by the performance
To be delighted by the extravaganza presented.

To see the hand, relax in...

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AN UGLY VISITOR, CORONA VIRUS

We have an ugly visitor;
Corona Virus is his name.
He's prowling like a predator
With an aim to devour or maim.

He disregards every convention.
Schools, airlines,... he shuts down;
Doctors are in his line of elimination
As he locks down town after town!

Countries are wearied from...

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on Earth’s circumvallate
 he would be laid,
 lifeless upon the lap
 of his Mother
 and on that day would be named
 now and forevermore,
 God’s Gether… for in that day
 are all tears gathered
 look at them, and fear
 the things to come, think
 ever...

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by Michaelw1two

 Thinking’s challenge is to weigh,
 all of one’s life substance;
 quandary thus, illogical fuss,
 which blinds the mind's acutance;
 adscititiously into thoughts bleed,
 vitiated indurate boastance;
 corrumpable sequella fortuity,
 each thought, is truth’s desistance.

 Retrospectively choices trial,
 stands outside an untidy purport;
 merycism...

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The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones, 
   lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
   the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep, this case 
targeted ambushed ewe mon souls permanently fleeced
instantaneously cut...

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Rejection Slips 3

Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch

Whenever my writing gets rejected,
I always wonder how the rejecter got elected.
Are we exchanging at the same Bourse?
(Excepting present company, of course!)

When editors reject my poems, did I slip up, or did they? Is their slip showing, or is...

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Mind murky mire
Sense special sire
Free fleeting fire


Fresh funds fashion
Aim attraction
Mind moves mention


Why wrestle words write?
Clever charm cites
Busty blooms bite


See sunshine sway
Dance deer dear day
Prompt puzzle play


Mind moves magic
Thrill things tragic
Speak signs static


Be beyond bourse
Stay sexy source
Calm crunchy course


Play passing pay
Live laughing lay
Sooth sighing say


Voice vexing...

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pyaasa (thirsty) – for guru dutt

 

i’ll have none of it

the glittering vulgarity on crude display

puffed-up egos wrapped in vacuum-sealed packs

adorning the sterile aisles of shining malls with their endless racks

 

i’ll have none of it

the broken & battered souls swept up in the tide

of...

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The New York Exchange is located on Wall Street.
Here in Lower Manhattan, business people meet.
Between opening and closing bells in each day’s course,
millions of corporate shares are traded on this bourse.
As company equities change hands on the Big Board,
investors from all over seek to...

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Sinister is the staircase -
the light switch out of reach.
How could my eye find way,
differ honor and breach?

Head dashed against the walls
and lurching I lost course.
Lead these stairs up or down?
Mind like an empty bourse.

Sweet voices call my name
from heaven and from hell
But how do...

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Ask for clear poise
Begin with choice
Charm works fond voice


Etch a kind face
Apply fine grace
See beyond space
Yield happy place


Achieve your prime
Believe sure rhymes
Conceive good times


End what you start
Align firm heart
Sense joy that arts
Yield to fond parts


Apt as the light
Be brave and bright
Calm feels so right


Effect sure...

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Rejection Slips 4

Editor's Notes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Eat, drink and be merry
(tomorrow, be contrary).
 
( and complain
in bad refrain,
but please, not till I'm on the plane!)
 
Write no poem before its time
(in your case, this means never).
 
Linger over every word
(by which, I mean forever).
...

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Fate hurls a sway
Through night and day
To fling a play


Play forms in kind
A state of mind
In sanguine finds


Finds that we make
Can fashion stake
In norms we take


Take funds a cause
In poise and course
That bear a bourse


Bourse in due time
Can set the chimes
To pact and mime


Mime in...

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Beneath the fabled, innocent and polished mind
In a tinderbox wrapped up by an askant beldam’s hand
Above an unmarked grave that is welcoming, rather kind
A pair of eyes noticed a hue in the dunes of white sand.

Nom de Dieu! Shall we move forward as I amn’t...

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