Best Hot Flash Poems

Ahh what do I write?
I think I will write about I can feel you
Yeah I sure can
But I don't know one thing to the next
But...

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Feverish red hot
Cool as ice liquor shots
Turn on air my gosh!...

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she stood before
me staring through
me as if i threw
a cup of water
in her face

though clothes
soaked she kept
them on squishing
as she walked bare
footed away 

for
even
her
feet
were
hot...

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CHILDREN OF LAHORE
(Easter Sunday 2016)


Arms flailing
From
Her
Blue burka,

The woman
Jumps

Like a checkerboard
Piece
Up and over
The white squares

Of bedsheet
       To bedsheet
To bedsheet

Each
Draped
Over a
Red...

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My rain fairy came riding on a dark cloud,
White hot flash in tow, rollin thunder clapping loud,
My rain fairy brought blinding rain down every dale,
My...

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Where Does the Butterfly Go?
by Michael R. Burch

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails,
when thunder howls,
when hailstones...

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I can’t stand to look you in the face
Yes my Lord, I am a disgrace.
I’ve lived my life in sin
And I’m afraid to say this...

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          As I stalked the dust clouds
         ...

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Poems of Recanted Bachelorhood

bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u
are
charming
& disarming,
but mostly ALARMING
since my resolve
dissolved!

*

Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch

Beth, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats...

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Thought  I was blushed

                    ...

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baby you light up my life
matches strike in light passes
combusting is a must thing
it's anything but passive

there's desire in the fire
lips licking 'round loves edges
consuming...

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I'm a very patient woman,
but it seems most men no pause
They want to taste the wedding cake
on the first date
They want to eat it all
I...

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Burn
by Michael R. Burch

for Trump

Sunbathe,
ozone baby,
till your parched skin cracks
in the white-hot flash
of radiation.

Incantation
from your pale parched lips
shall not avail;
you made this hell.
Now burn.

Keywords/Tags: burn,...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...



The Vision of the Overseer’s Right Hand
by Michael R. Burch

“Dust to dust ...”

I stumbled, aghast,
into a valley of...

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Will you Recognize the evil when it smiles and shakes your hand?
 As It tells you lies that open you eyes and poison your foods...

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