Best Commutes Poems

“Blue Angels, Black Sheep, Monitors and The House of Random Penguins” 

The womb
is scooped like 
an over ripe melon
Time is the incorrigible felon,
the forgotten lost garden explored 
overturned and raked, 
neatly messed, 
in more ways than 1, 
never removed, not yet,
it would be too very...

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I love this planet
The environment I hold dear
I say no to Oil
I say no to Plastic
I say no to Garbage
I say NO NO NO to carbon
Oh the trees breathe carbon?
I will have to look into that Ted!
I say no to meat
Those animals are carbon monsters
We...

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I loved walking in daddy’s boots,    
just to trample where he had been; 
to track the path of prior roots
and then return them once again.

Some boots were old and some were new;  
I loved walking in daddy’s boots.
I could have used...

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LF52 ASV
Farewell Independence 106,
You served our Joseph well,
From driving lessons, 
To Scottish holidays,
What stories you could tell,
Also a runaround for me,
LF52 ASV

Dearest Peugeot model 106,
Your toughness you did hide
A prang at Black Dog,
Then rear ended in Bath,
You took them in your stride,
Accepting what would be...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake: Part Thirty-Six

Hardly had the CS drawn tight the net round the mosque and lake
The red phone on his desk at the Préfecture signalled a break
Through at the Orly Airport end: “Guests from the Near East: ARRIVED!”
Protocol required their being transported...

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I see the man at work 
More often than I see 
My wife. 

I've spoken more with 
Him than with any 
Other soul throughout 
My life. 

Five times fifty two 
Times thirty six 
Minus holiday and 
Sickness is the number 
Of times we've said 
Good...

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The earth turned on its axis,
The sun rose for the day,
But the planes, the trains, the taxis?
They chose to stay away.

The roads became much calmer,
The streets were quieter still,
Because amidst this force of beauty,
The world was getting ill.

The flowers still grew their petals,
The trees, they...

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Short weekends and long weekdays
School’s out then it’s onto résumés and workdays
Mondays dragging on through to Fridays
Long commutes on highways, subways and tramways
Toiling for okays, some praise and hopefully a raise

Soirees and negligees for Saturdays
Aspiring to bouquets so enchanting in a vase
Before you know it’s...

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Buses

Dear Buses 
Daily you commutes us humans from one place to another
You do not hiss 
You do not cry
You are so patient
You are so enduring
Without you we humans could not have reached our destinations
Without you our journeys would have been slow and dull
You provides employment...

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Weekend wanderlust, backwoods trail tramping
Accesorized with well-heeled, hard-soled boots
Forrest frolicking, overnight camping
Freefalling footsteps connect to grassroots
Lost in labyrinth of lengthy commutes
Energized inboard engine outpaces
Scavenger hunting and other pursuits
Tieing up loose ends with taut bootlaces
Observing the touch of untouched places
Muddy meanderings, dry diversion
Pathway erases bootprint/ retraces
Exiting...

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Here's a tale from the West.
as regards an unnamed man, who is the best.
He commutes by motorcycle day and night.
assisting the communities in need of light.

His origin is such an ardent stance.
that it causes groups to dance.
Lots of clashes with gangs and outlaws.
Never a single...

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She's the enemy to whom I've yet to be
Formally introduced --
Her sites set on my 
Tennis bracelet or clutch...

She glowers.

There's something off about her hair
It's color strange and unreasonable.
She dons a skirt too short
And tight for one her age --
My age.
Her colors loud and far...

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The first drop,
and each one after,
merge in a cluster of blissful storms 
Flourescent 
dreams lie in wait
for every rising degree of fervour

Scattered
sunshine ceases to blind compelling faith 
Smiles prosper like figs
And the unremitting truth is
rooted to the same spot

Artless passions meet like tributaries 
Conjuring reason...

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Various Heresies 5

Tonight, Let's Remember
by Michael R. Burch

July 7,2007 (7-7-7)

Tonight, let's remember the fond ways
our fingers engendered new methods to praise
the gray at my temples, your thinning hair.
Tonight, let's remember, and let us draw near...

Tonight, let's remember, as mortals do,
how cutely we chortled when work...

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I'm truly sorry for those that died.
From that cheeky little FauchXI virus...
The millions that lost jobs.
and those demonized for deflecting 
the virgin big pharma prick-

I'm embarrassed to say that I thrived. 
During the height of the lockdown madness.
Didn't mind wearing a diaper on my face.
I've...

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