Best Makers Poems

My soul understood Lynyrd Skynyrd
Like Ronnie I had monkeys to
Just simple boys chasing life’s joys
With our needles playing our blues

My soul understood Pink Floyd
For I have lived inside the wall
Comfortably numb and ignorantly dumb
Living my life forever tasting the call

My soul understood Nirvana  
The...

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While we sit with our coffee and poetry,
The Fear Frenzy Makers burn the midnight oil.
Digging up lies, just anything man!
To stuff up your brain like cement in a can.

They've succeeded in making you believe the
world is ending and...
That only chemicals sold by a fracture led
pharmacy...

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My pleasure is in creating my own mythology.
I have read the saga's, the legends the great epics,
and they have made a garden for my spirit to walk in,
yet, they are the 'other' stories, ones told for so long now
they seem like the often played grooves
in...

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        Note, photograph is of Salt Cathedral underground, in a closed 
        salt mine, in Bogota, Columbia.
        

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Take this sun away
Throw it into the fray 
When I'm down 
You kick me in the heart
Leaving me to wallow 
With my heart bruised & hallow

Left dreaming
Deaf to the electric screaming
Screeching in my brain
Nick naming me Cain
Translating hurt as shame
Calling me weird & maimed 

Blinded...

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The Makara breeze makers
Turn slowly under the clouds
Clockwise
As if forming a connection
Between time
And airflow

Their one legged man made intrusion
On the spectacular landscape
Three armed trinity
Man uses nature in the quest for power...

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makers upon makers

On swings the pendulum after countless ticks and tocks 
Singing the glorious requiem for its dying brethren clocks  
It taps the world with waning tempo to preach evanescence
Yet its past and streaming photons mark a boundless presence 

An image between ticks engraves...

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Trying to rip that off                                        ...

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I glimsped back...
And caught you laughing upon me..
Is it some jokes you were making about me..
I peered at you perplexed...
For I just smiled to everyone and greeted you like a civilised being.
Didn't you notice?
I want to come to you and ask what is the joke?
Because...

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Do you wish you could stop your grass from growing
	so fast? Use Glop and Mow and you’ll be mowing
	just once every SIX WEEKS. AND your grass will be
	greener and more beautiful than ever. Just wait and see.
	Okay! Use your garden sprayer. Pour in our miracle...

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Sussanah,my great grandma,times three,a pillow puffed up on her knee;with 
daughter Ann in cobbled Cowfair,daily shaped their homespun ware.In such 
humble women,cottage-tied,a rare and dextrous art did reside.Fashioned 
out,stitch by stitch,pillowed lace in patterns rich.Tinkling bobbins with bewildering 
skill,inch by inch grew the intricate frill.Twisting...

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We are the makers, the purveyors, the consumers of our creed.
But also in unison, the conductors of why we ultimately bleed.
We all drink from the same fountain of life, we borrow our breath from its precious spout.
So many refuse to breathe though, only blowing hate,...

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Judgement Makers

Be careful, watch your words.
Remember what Christ said:
"Do not judge lest you be
 judged also!"

We muck about like God himself.
We. Yes, I said "we" have already
decided.
Who is going to heaven and who
is going to hell.

Tell God, He has nothing to do on
Judgement Day!
For arrogant...

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On swings the pendulum after countless ticks and tocks 
Singing the glorious requiem for its dying brethren clocks 
It taps the world with waning tempo to preach evanescence 
Yet its past and streaming photons mark a boundless presence 

An image between ticks engraves where dust...

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Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both worlds grow obscure.



Muse/Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

“What will you conceive in me?”
I asked her. But she
only smiled.

“Naked, I bore your child
when...

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