Best Motorways Poems

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here...

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Soldiers stand erect.
Red and white uniforms guard
British motorways.
...

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The Journey

     From petrol station, conurbation,
          Queuing traffic moving slowly,
  ...

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This world is a bewitching illusion
The spring, the fragrant flowers, the chirping birds
The waterfalls, the sky, the valleys, the clouds
Are nothing real but delusion.

The gigantic...

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Wind, a very strong wind
Uprooting formidable trees 
Of righteousness, morality descend
Wiping the butterflies and Bees

That bestow color and sweetness
To discerning sagacious eyes
Tormenting souls witness
How humanity...

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Let Me Give Her Diamonds
by Michael R. Burch

Let me give her diamonds
for my heart's
sharp edges.

Let me give her roses
for my soul's
thorn.

Let me give her solace
for...

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A ramble in a bramble kisses a shoe horn in a window box

Having deciphered which tunes and vibrations cause reactions it was time to make...

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partygoers partying pock peck pock
A baa is just as good and effective as a peck for wools and beaks can repeal even the smallest of...

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Where am I? Where has my vision brought?
Am I in the boundless horizon?
Or prisoned in my thought?
Is there a way out of this dungeon? 

Countless...

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Coming   Home - Journeys Of Broken Dreams 

Strange journeys,
Of broken dreams, woodland  paths,
And mountain streams.
Long long walks between destinations. 
Motorways and country...

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(The Italian wine "Est! Est! Est!" got its
curious name because 900 years ago a
German bishop liked it so much, he
drank himself to death.)

Those bishop guys...

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MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less...

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Weight Watchers Paradise


Lemon pies, with feathered wings,
Floating in the sky, as the sun sits and glistens.
Against their skin, yes the beautiful people,
The ones who say,...

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Well wobbling around in a pear tree dressed in a space suit can be very very dangerous. You might fall. And fallings are failings and...

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Oh on onlookers oversized overridden octagonal oceanographic organised octaves

A shrouded sinister sparkle said hello to a dish cloth today. But the array of plates, pans...

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