Best Lisps Poems

it comes in rapid progression
parting reality with subtle lisps.	 brown eyes
a forest floor of fern
   ever changing with the seasons
	         (a smile, a smirk)

preying hands collapsing 
across sable skin too soft to wear.  	desire
wanting...

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Our  house is abuzz
With Me, Bella and Jess 
And Mummy is all delight
“Dad’s coming home tonight! “

The Cake has been made
The table has been laid 
Candles are alight
Dad will be home tonight!

Mum’s wearing polka dots
Dress, Dad had bought
She looks pretty, so bright!
Dad will be...

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Beneath the arc of crumbling dusk,
Lisps down the petals of the rose
To crimson-kiss the fountain bowls
Where the champagne faucet flows.
The guests in boarding houses
Felt the smoulder of their bones
Balding walls restricting transit
Behind the mortar work and stones.
And we cried and smiled and cheered
When the anaesthetic...

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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.

The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out the paquerettes.

Don’t see the speech I say with sneer
As something...

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A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink 
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck in its beak settles it’s derrière onto a fine caramel...

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in the rusty tide animating bones
of deluded gods reaching for the lie
etched on eroded steles in dead lisps
licking flames of seers tossing guts
filled with blue and red fascists 
infecting the hands of the curious
willing to taste microscopic spiders
gulping their blood pumping poisonous
chants of starlit fevers...

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Listen to the wind.....

   as she sings in her quiet lisps,

   and sighs the past and gusts

   with earnest need;


Listen to the tenets of the seasons 

   with their lovelies and tempests ----

   and torrents...

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Hobbies are for losers, and habits are hobbies for the poor,
But hopping into heaping piles of rubbish is haute couture.

What’s in, ladies and gentlemen, is what we want thrown out,
But not to own it but instead to be it is what it’s all about.

I doubt...

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Why it is so hard to be understood or is it just to blind to see, maybe it is just the 
way to be, why is it so hard to be understood, can u tell me why? Is the reason 
the color of my skin,...

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December susurrations mingle 
in this lissome isthmus

and our wispy Vespers,
these suspired planets

gossip along misty vistas
of silvery insinuations 
and hushed hints. 

The fractured lisps 
of elusive revelations
curl in the breeze, 

a gypsy veil 

between shivering lips
in the cusp 
of our trysting breaths.

Ascending daystars converse
in this lexis...

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Sweat hours are eternities in your smile a spirit is born clear to the clothed heart cold 
wind coughs through the window slathered white poetry adorns the stars with night 
cancer is a promise exploding black and white stones in a marble phrase 

She is...

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Martial epigram translations

Epitaph for the Child Erotion
by Marcus Valerius Martial
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Lie lightly on her, grass and dew...
So little weight she placed on you.

I created the translation above after the Nashville Covenant school shooting and dedicated the translation to the slain children...

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cataract both eyes, grandpa could not read news,
grand daughter six, offered to read him the Times,
she not only read but also gave her views,
her lisps of names and events were so sublime,
end of her reading, grandpa gave her a kiss,
”I never knew the world was...

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Stay little Flower
                                          ...

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Shock waved over from a puddle to form an ocean as Jake stood taking splash after splash
of emotions that rolled him not to understand on how he should react to this rude from her
remark yet pleasant from the feel of her hands on his shoulders...

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