Best Doles Poems

Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is in the despairing skies;
each hut shuts its bright bewildered eyes.
The wind sighs

and my heart sighs with her:
my only companion, O...

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I won't be obedient,
I'll be defiant
Of laws that have no compassion.
I won't obey laws that condemn man.

A law that stops beggars begging,
So they can't eat a morsel of bread,
I'll not tolerate as I won't see them dying,
For the good won’t die but will be fed.

A...

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Enter Your Plea

All rise for the honorable judge,
some pimply-faced wiener-teen
with a computer mouse for a gavel,
a keyboard for a bench
and the whole world is on trial.

Welcome to the millennial's millennium
1000 years of cyber-bullying
sworn over oath of the holy Facebook
to rain down judgment from above
like precision...

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Ech day me cometh tydinges thre
"Each Day Three Tidings Come to Me"
(anonymous Middle English poem, circa the 13th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Each day I’m plagued by three doles,
These gargantuan weights on my soul:
First, that I must exit this fen.
Second, that I cannot...

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Poems about the Coronavirus II


This World's Joy
(anonymous Middle English lyric, circa early 14th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters my thought:
regarding this world's joy,
how everything comes to naught.



Fowles in...

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When my days turn dim and nights grow chill,
I wonder, does he sometimes think of me still.
When darkness continues to last without end,
I wonder, has he found a new intimate friend.

Tossing upon these crumpled bed sheets,
I wonder, who doles to him such sweets?
When sleep alludes...

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Songbirds tweet, celebrating the day
that the Sun first announces it's Spring.
And praise the blessings Spring sent their way,
expressed in the melodies they sing.

Spring gathers drops, morning mist has shed,
gleaned from vapors in which dreams are spun.
And drips dewdrops on a spider's web
or blades of grass...

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Violet Jessop, threat ahead
Escaping Poseidon’s death toll’s
“Look after this, will you?” He said
She did, counting down the portholes

First the Olympic’s nurse enrolls
Last, the Britannic’s noon code red
Titanic claimed her shipmate’s souls
Violet Jessop, threat ahead

Miss Unsinkable showed no dread
There as a nurse of many roles
To safety,...

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Poems about the Coronavirus I


yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1
by michael r. burch

plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse



yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #2
by michael r. burch

sunflowers
hang their heads
embarrassed by their coronas

I wrote this poem after having a sunflower arrangement delivered to my...

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admittely i am one treasonous cat
and people everywhere had better take note
i ain't no republican nor democrat
and i don't see any reason for phools to vote

listen up people, 
politics are a plague perceived of by desperate men
folks who sold themselves out fora few sheckles or...

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Keep the people sick. Keep the people ill
For profit's being made from each and every pill.
The more pills we take; the more pills we need,
The more we help Big Pharma to satisfy their greed.
Causes of disease must be kept in place
So treating of the symptoms...

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When life doles out unexpected twists and turns
we become overwhelmed and feel as if our faith has 
been spurned,

Relationships fall by the wayside, sometimes through
no fault of our own,  people let us down and stresses
keep piling up and we feel as if we could...

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In summer`s eve
where all is given and nothing kept back,
she that will come, will come.

In autumn`s loveliness
where nature doles out solace
to the restless soul, 
i linger, i listen;
awaiting the sound of her footfall.

I will neither  have to look in her eyes,
nor get a glimpse...

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The places of our past are ingrained
Stop fidgeting, they won’t go away
They long to be placed under lock and key
To bring us more pain for we can see
The power of the presence of their kind
The unlikelihood of their passing by
But their tower objection to be...

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The blaze of azure up above has taken on a new pallor,
The sun, so fervent for so long, now doles out its ardor.  
Falling leaves pirouette in the air in amber and gold,
A drizzle of brittle tears, shed from their lofty abode.
The summer breeze...

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