Best Hooved Poems

Through eldritch streets I walked alone
With shadows on my track,
Full jellied was  my every bone,
I thought my mind would crack.

Through mist and morbid mire...

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Tradition in old English proves
The plural for roof was once rooves
Back then grooves in courses
From heavy hooved horses
Formed goofs in the turf known as gooves


Author's...

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Motherly Instinct


Mother and daughter, 35 and 13. 
Public transportation, their carriage pulls in. Mom drops her matches, quickly picking them up. Stepping on the bus,...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy.
Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which...

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Ancient battles raged, and so it goes in modern days
over who is right or wrong, the fires ignite and blaze. 
The blood flows red in...

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they were up there, on the stage,
" exotic dancers", the term they 
gave; the tall one "Avalanche", 
the shorter, "Aurora"

long black limbs , Aurora's, graceful
steps...

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In Marshside Lea, there stood a tree, old in trunk and bough
'Twas long ago, this tale, although, it may still stand there now
And in its...

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Crackling like lightning the scent of rainy sundays and sweaty youth enters my lungs like undesired medication

foot steps and introduction of generations and blood lines...

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Bridal Party- what horses have when they get new saddles

al dente' vegetables- vegetables hard enough to dent your teeth

Oregano- the Italian section of a northwestern...

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Sheep
                   (Children's Rhyme by Joan Donnelly Ellis)

...

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Derek runs 26 mile marathons,
With his nerve-damaged right arm
Anchored in a sling: solid sounds, 
‘Cos a truck did cause him harm.
 
The accident changed his...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...






Beast 666
by Michael R. Burch

“... what rough beast ... slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”?W. B. Yeats

Brutality is...

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Our skin’s a splendid pigment blend
of browns and tans and milky white
in coffee creamed and sugared
Bittersweet.

A mighty steed compelled by lust
    ...

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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,...

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Moon goddess came to visit the forest last night
Riding on chariots driven by the velvet monkeys
Guarded by hornets and the armies of wasps
Beleaguered in obscurities...

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