Best Millers Poems

ANNA MILLER’S TAKANAWA-SHOP

Merriam-Webster defines chili as a thick sauce of meat and chilies.

His coworker hungers
for American food - pizza, burgers;
no sushi, please.

Home away from home...

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Burn, burn does fables fire, as an impish figure dances,
Around the wild flames of greed, guess, guess my
Uncommon name, by the devil’s hang nailed toe,
Your...

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UNSUPPORTED CODE Wailing nature UNSUPPORTED CODE 
        Sorrowful, tired and hopeless I sit, watching the cruel sun setting
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April showers coax angelonias
Bromeliads and red begonias
Corn flowers of purple and blue
Dusty millers with yellow hues 
Elderflowers in a living bouquet
Fairy wigs thrown in the...

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The narrow lane led to an awful place
With its own page in the annals of history,
Where once was committed a murder most foul
It’s perpetrator to...

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State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that...

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My hands are tied
My legs are wobbling
My eyes blood red because of what you’ve said
My heart beats rapidly
My emotions are muddled

You with your red tape...

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JACK DANIELS met JIM BEAM at the CANADIAN CLUB
to discuss their upcoming trip on the CUTTY SARK.
They were planning a vacation to a Caribbean cove
to...

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Imagine the amount of love
it takes to hate so profoundly.
How hot the "Brutus" kiss must burn 
to reduce that bridge to ash.
The most brilliant star.
Grace...

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"5" 

benevolence and favour
seemed to be absent
in the world 

grace, a name 
whispered before 
a meal shared

5 fingers 
on each hand
steeples, hiding people 

games played
in...

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Poems about Poems (II)

Kin
by Michael R. Burch

for Richard Moore

1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss?
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any...

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MY MATE BERT 
 
I have a very special mate 
A flea whose name is Bert. 
He lives upon my old dog's ear, 
With his...

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Priscilla of Titillating Courage 

With smidgens of cereal we may choose to grind traces from

Grains of life truth sadness vagaries and the circle of being

Separate...

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  On white lines on valiant wheels
I head north leaving behind the City of Sails
       with its humourless...

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beMUSEd
by Michael R. Burch

Perhaps at three
you'll come to tea,
to have a cuppa here?

You'll just stop in
to sip dry gin?
I only have a beer.

To name the...

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