Best Lofts Poems

It has stood for decades along the county gravel road.
Skittering mice and barn owls now call it their abode.

What was once a stately building is now a shambles,
Surrounded by barren fields and prickly brambles.

Where once its weather-boarding was a bright cherry-red,
Due to the ravages of...

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Hewn in verse and ancient lore, 
It descends through an open door 
To place its fingers on mortal souls,
On meager pleas on lifeless shoals. 
Far below where creatures dwell,
Its surging scorn is born as rising embers swell.
Small shadows merge where thoughts collect, 
And pierce the...

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Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life 
It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn 
Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off
Just as cricket life is simply a game of twists and turns 
Cricket depicts aptitudes, attitudes...

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so tell me then illustrious men
who've wandered far beyond the ken
Of we who strive with words and pen
to tell the world of  cock and hen
who roosted in the way back when
in lofts of thatch and wicker den
resting in the soggy fen
Or tending hind in...

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I left out riding my bike down 
first street over looking the 
wildly calm river artist's lined 
bicentennial entrance way where 
Thomas Edison Rockefeller
 
and Ford feasted on clams 
my mind wandered about 
the timing of the dem lights to 
brighten the garden lofts above...

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Tempting balm tonics reposed fantasist,
Panacea liquifies mirage views,
Crafts allusive lofts energies persist,
Twain heart's favor lips a desire to schmooze.

Elixir defines the gist of lovers,
Exposes the length of listed measures,
Hearts and souls, supernatural pleasures,
Cascade gifted juice as meant lips puckers.

Charts a course of innumerable sips,
Bottled refinery...

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The desert ships plod across the dreary splintered sands 
Their sinking hooves paddle wearily  in the tan of dunes
Shoving a daunting mist of dust 
That lofts to hatch a ceremony of  omens
The desert speaks, the desert plays its harp 
Every step pulls the...

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Outside these walls that trap me deep inside
Freedom was amiss, time lofts in a ride
I seek the highest heights, up and beyond
Before me is the moon, sending its charm

I explore this intriguing moon I see
Simple and with a great solid beauty
Dragons take me to the...

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Because-love exults eternally, universal 
peace, and so I say Love- in its benignity ... 
recuses all ... ~and perfect- and servant 
in their fervent manner;- integrity, 
receptivity- and amenability
illustrious and moreover 
devoted in their richness, 
breed thy greater influence 
of peace throughout the years,
sanctifying themselves forever in 
their innocence, becoming the 
fortunate prize ... an altruistic 
offering, and humble sacrifice,
given for all to embrace through 
faith, a certain repose;- and everlasting 
liberty. While- clemency, oh Thy generous 
clemency, emancipates-knavery's tomfoolery, 
and suggested to me, and granted as a wonderful 
opportunity, grace ... is the universal proposition 
dancing through time hand in hand within the arms 
of love; relishing in the promotion of her deliverance,
and so I say, when this hope of my days reprieve ... 
has come to pass ... beckon me on- to know 
this- simple delight, and hold me in Thy 
loving keep.Yes bring me Thine heavenly 
Kite to greet me. Secure me there, and lay me 
down then-under the assurance, and gentle 
comfort of her wings. Yes raise me up ... and
hear me oh Lord in my plea I pray. (("Oh liberate 
me",)) ("Carry my soul off with her to Thee".) (("Let
thy love shower-down (over me".))) So I may 
embrace for myself, again, thine tender arms, 
of mercy ... . Precious-tears-offered in-faith ... fall, 
God-catches them places them, within His Soul's 
heavenly-amphora, and with a sway of His Mighty 
Hand, plucks-up His eminent-Knowledge-honed
by Holy Quill. Upright and looking strait into 
His vision for us of the new day. Offers-the 
many consummate opportunities riding high 
on the fringe of His promise, granted in welcome. 
Painting a Holy Journey,evolving amid a certain
solace and freedom. Moving on into veracious days 
with Him lasting on forever. Exiting beyond higher lofts of earthly 
skies and rolling lands advancing in humble reverence descending 
down from the openness of the Heavens. Rewriting yet again; another-story 
in person for each individual. Yes for all life; far-greater-and-even greater 
still ... than the others gone before....

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Precious-tears-offered in-faith... fall, God-catches them places them, within His 
Soul's Heavenly-Amphora, and with a sway of His Mighty Hand, plucks-up His eminent-
Knowledge-honed by Holy Quill.

Upright-and looking strait into His vision for us of the new day - offers the many 
consummate opportunities riding high on...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch

Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of his prowess, but lied.
To his new wife he sighed,
“When again, gentle bride?”
“Nevermore!” bright-eyed Raven replied.



The Hippopotami
by Michael R. Burch

There’s no seeing eye to eye
with the...

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Animal Poems II

These are poems about animals, limericks and other forms of doggerel.



Ballade of the Bicameral Camel
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a camel who loved to hump.
Please get your lewd minds out of their slump!
He loved to give RIDES on his large, lordly lump!



The...

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I vomit sheets of bile
from a pit of transgression
lazy in splendor
behind glassy pages
laminated by decadence
while craving any space
away from the hero-machine
and the fashion of scant
that lofts opinion
into the stratosphere
to lope with the garbage
circling the globe.

Spent cycles of promotion
line the pen I sequester myself
within until every...

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I come to you,
hands surrendered, open,
full of heavy wounds.

Oh the drips of precious life,
those you gather in your breath,

to nurse your blackened heart.


I say you are a civil servant,
You think I mean saviour.
Whatever you are,
it is a gateway,
a tightrope.
You cross unknown voids,
  air does...

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Cunning charm cheers
Flick fickle fear


Rest rustic rhymes
Coin constant chimes


Be beyond base
Face fleeting face


Fixate fond feel
Hidden hurts heal


Treasure tough times
Reap rapture's rhymes


Wonder wets words
Happy hurls heard


Calm choice cryptic
Mind moves mystic


Touch tangent taut
Niche nimble nought


Sighs screaming soft
Lewd laughter lofts


Touch tickles terse
Voice veers vile verse


Light lingers long
Speak sanguine...

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