Best Oafish Poems

Axe the old Don, a trump peter n piper
   of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
ha air brushed pompous ****
   Sunkist...

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Well done Arsenal, we DID secure fourth place
In Europe's elite we've saved some face
Though we sold our rivals the title race
With that sweet spot on...

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Three sisters - two as lovely as the dawn,
the third, a travesty of face and form
and we - a trio of fine gentlemen,
(to all but...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
  ...

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Listening to the lapping of the waves
complementing the murmurs of bench folks. 
Doves are cooing, pigeons are scurvy knaves
patrolling the sand, clumsy oafish crooks!
Trade winds...

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I established a rapport 
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an...

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I'm twenty seven years old
Not, old by any standard
But, in my world...I'm seven
Seven years removed from an IED
Seven years away from the day that changed...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
  ...

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Here and Hereafter
by Michael R. Burch

Life’s saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ...
wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.



Laughter’s Cry
by Michael R. Burch

Because life is...

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The Conference at Mantua

Ah, what a scene of tranquil learnedness! 
The scholars nurse their tomes like babes in arms: 
white locks: heads cocked to savor...

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Squire - a recollection of war
I'm twenty seven years old
Not, old by any standard
But, in my world...I'm seven
Seven years removed from an IED
Seven years away...

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My buddy who was quite oafish and wasn't to keen 
   decided to drive his old clunker of a car
   that...

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Poems about Children V

Pan
by Michael R. Burch

Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves

Once there were paths that led to...

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How pity! How tingly! How niggling to hear!
Ah! Some lousy bee has bitten you!
That delicate muscle of your upper-arm,
While on your house’s roof, leaving clothes...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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