Best Milo Poems

Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds.
Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s
tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while
bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial
hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar,
hopes for the...

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I adopted a cat around Thanksgiving
He was the sweetest thing in the beginning
To my surprise
He’s in disguise 
With The Joker kitty I am now living  

This balmy yuletide season Milo despised
My silver tinseled Christmas tree he demised
Never expressing gratitude
A clawing catty attitude  ...

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Set in stone
I might be
As jewel
Her, Aphrodite

Eyes, but who 
Inward stare
Upon pure nude
Venus de Milo

Cold cold marbel
Questionable masterpiece 
Or warm warm rains
Crying towards Greece

However shall beauty
Reach out to thee
To worlds passed
Time has never pleased

But, by any other name
I am woman; figurine
Upon others pedestals
I am thee...

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Venus de Milo sought high and low 
for her arms akimbo.  Long ago 
I offered to look too 
for those two lost ampu- 
tated limbs, but naught said that bimbo....

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Their one lone cow has broken down the fence;
we see her trundling down the dusty lane.
Milo's mind remembers 'bout the milking.

Dad's face, a fiery-red,  storms from the shed
where feisty kittens spat and sparred o'er cream.

Milo's feet meander back to the scene
as words of fire...

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Oh, you’re a club-tie glad-hand social climber
If e'er there were one, Milo Minderbinder
A meticulous craft, your quest for domination
Your smile so bowed, so proud of your lofty station

Your well-known carnival of carnal knowledge
A cornucopia of knowing carnage
The next home remodel, a newer, younger model
stole into...

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One day, Myopic Milo; went slithering across the street; and met with some misfortune; as a car, he tried to greet.

It really sent him flying; that half-blind, water snake; so to a chiropractor; a visit he would make.

Into Dr. Juneau’s office; his kinked-up body crawled;...

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Milo and Me- Born well-timed fore-teen mouths from Me.
In an unknown town, in New York somewhere north of Albany.
Known to the Native American-as Wings Falls-
In their time-so it seemed.
Known as Milo to only a few--but to Me, my Brother-Best Friend!

But- It’s my assumption GOD had...

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Milo and Me raised by Mom and Dad, in that small mountain town-
A little more than 66 miles from Albany.
Dad and Mom faithfully provided their best for Milo and Me.
Yes-it would have been better if we had been sustained-
by some rich family.

Most things that happened...

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Cigarettes and milo
A sweet art work combined
Milky and soft
loving and willing united
Is it lasting like a packet of frizzies
Dancing under the stars in between cards
Laughter echoing 
Laughter that was lost

So now i look at frizzies and milo
Hoping laughter echo in the stars forevermore...

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Show me, Milo, your love and wonders
By Michelle Morris 
14/09/2024

You turn and look back at me 
With your chocolate brown eyes
Asking the silent question 
Can we go on this path for a while?

I let you lead the way each time 
Because I know that you...

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  What do you reckon Venus of Milos was doing when she was fully limbed?  

Was she thinking 
Deep thoughts
Holding the apple
Measuring the gravity 
Of her life? 


Was she, like Aphrodite,
Poised with a shield 
About to march off 
Into a battle
Confidence writ on...

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