Best Myopically Poems

A solitary man
I make my way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life I know further and further behind
I wish to be alone
away from...

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Wisdom Tree

A solitary man
Makes his way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life he knows further and further behind
He wishes to be alone
Away from...

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Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery

(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)


Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script 
Ah, I see "I" the spy...

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The Original Sin: Rhyming Haiku!
 
Haiku
should never rhyme:
it’s a crime!
-Michael R. Burch
 
The herons stand,
sentry-like, at attention ...
rigid observers of some unknown command.
-Michael R. Burch
...

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Haiku Variations
by Michael R. Burch

This is a poem composed of haiku-like stanzas:


Variations on the Seasons I
by Michael R. Burch

Lift up your head
dandelion,
hear spring roar!

How will...

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Many of you live
humbly and heartily
patriotically and industriously
nutritiously and faithfully
in Western and Southern States,

United in this time of shrinking reservoirs,
dying rivers,
hurricaned coastal residents

Displaced by floods,
invasive...

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I wake up with her,
check myself,
eyes creaking like blind stars.
She’s strange, she’s yesterday,
I remember us the week before;
wonder if tomorrow
will fade us both out completely.

We...

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Placed strategically close 
to suburban hedgerows,
elderly backyard mavens 
nourish generations of groundhogs.

Daily the grass is seeded 
with 'Puffcorn Delites,'
bought wholesale from Costco, 

An elderly lady...

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"Endlessly fascinating..."
Truths are in that phrase
As are lies or misunderstandings
Perhaps myopically unintentionally misleading
I'm endlessly fascinated by something right now
The whirring, incessant ~ almost
Until I tire...

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It’s often said that Man is very smart.
His cleverness is quite remarkable.
His brain, a rather special body part
Is hardly capable of being dull.
He never calculates...

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The yellow and black caterpillar
concertina’s around my wrist.
Around and around my wrist it trundles
on those stumpy limb nubbins
neither veering left or right.

It’s a creature unaware...

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I wake up with her,
check myself,
eyes creaking like blind stars.
She’s strange, she’s yesterday,
I remember us the week before;
wonder if tomorrow
will fade us both out completely.

We...

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I ponder whose hands concertina time.
Sometimes my brain wakes up 40 years younger
for a few moments I am vital,
perfectly formed and a smile for every...

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Cold air breeze flowing over the shore, as an lifesaver floats on the glistening water illuminated by the sun, most memorable during the day as...

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