Best Lathers Poems

Liquid Heaven

A feast for my womanly inner beast!       
I tease, I please, you have me on my knees
I wring my hands, you oint my head
With your fingers locked in my hair of red
You -I call Master! 
Begging for forgiveness,...

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Summer, even the word is glorious
                       
It lathers the tongue
like oil
glistening on sun toned skin

Summer, just the thought is radiant

White hot images of...

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With speedy, gutsy ease
          her Irish father rolls up the front room rug
          Gaelic music lathers the air in merriment
Nelligen at 8, composed
    ...

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Pity Clarity
by Michael R. Burch

Pity Clarity,
and, if you should find her,
release her from the tangled webs
of dusty verse that bind her.

And as for Brevity,
once the soul of wit—
she feels the gravity
of ironic chains and massive rhetoric.

And Poetry,
before you may adore her,
must first be freed
from those...

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Waking to a promising morn,
refreshed from healthy brand new sleep,
you will realize all kept, old scorn
that you have yet to cleanly sweep.

You will sip pain in your coffee,
spy it all day sharing your seat.
When allowed, anger will vent spree
through thoughts in a constant repeat.

Anger feeds...

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I was alone, watching the sunset
  seated on a line of rocks, not wet
Holding two small pieces of rock 
  and a pentel pen with me
I wrote a mark on the said rocks
  I found underneath me
And threw away the two pieces...

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Leaning over as she lathers 
My long wavy-hair
Rubbing my temples 
Softly telling me
How much she cares 
Feeling the hot air of her 
Eager lips
Blowing on my nape
Kissing me gently 
I can't escape 
Her lavender scent
the feeling much to great
She presses on 
Oh give me more
Please...

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Moving on surface waters
Playing on dream-stirred waters
Diving with stretched feathers
Blowing out soft lathers

Under the clear skies
Waltzing before my eyes
Above the blue skies
Images so deep, flaunting in my eyes

Up the streams they wail
Down the streams they sail
Above the strings they play
Below the springs they pray

Dance of...

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I hail from the green land
Really green for sumptuous serenades
But too many grey lepers lay on the succulent carpet
And the milk of my land mills through rotten breasts
The windfall of power brings pesty prongs to her nipples

Let me tell you my sad story
Not the blues...

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SELF REFLECTIONS

These are poems about mirrors, images, self-image, reflections, impressions and self-reflection. 

Self Reflection
by Michael R. Burch 

for anyone struggling with self-image

She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm ...
but she's grossly unthin
when seen from within;
soon a griefstricken campus will mourn.

Yet she'd...

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Tis The Season

Tis the time of this fond season
Season to be filled with love
Love has borne a beautiful Child
Child created from above

Above you hear the church bells ring 
Ring in loud the yuletide songs
Songs of joy with rhythm that flows
Flows the coldness that will bring

Bring...

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My mind is starving, but nothing to feed it

It's empty and is crying out to be full

The worst kind of hunger eats me alive

I don't know where it started though I know where its ending

It's a hunger for freedom a hunger to feel

Something more different...

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Enough!
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that I don’t want to die;
I shall be glad to go.
Enough of diabetes pie,
and eating sickly crow!
Enough of win and place and show.
Enough of endless woe!

Enough of suffering and vice!
I’ve said it once;
I’ll say it twice:
I shall be glad to...

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Love is an all encompassing emotion
Love matters can cause quite a commotion
Jump into the bed with oils, after bath - lotion
Put the lover's leap into the heated motion

Love will grow my avacado seed on the sill
Love can be quiet walks, in the night so still
Lovers...

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Bubbles floating in the air 
Warm bath water have no care 
Bathrobe strewn down on the floor
Here let me, I'll close the door
Lavender bathbomb lathers nice 
Scent of springtime, don't think twice
I'll bring you more champagne on ice
Then light your clove to add some spice...

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