Best Recitals Poems

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Here on the night before yesterday’s dream,
twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream,
happily taking a seat

Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing,
strumming a toadstool in tune
Awaiting the light that the fireflies bring,
blinking a wink at the moon

Tulips with tambourines gather around,
spider web chandeliers glow
Shade...

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Born in Madrid, in fifty nine,
A military Kid, 3rd of 7 in the assembly line;
They named me Michael, but I answer to Wedge,
A Master Sergeant’s son—not much here that's cutting edge.

I grew up a runner, and I wrestled some,
I was a skateboarding brawler and a...

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What Happened To GOD’s Old Fashioned Women?

Women who were careful how they spoke and didn’t use
profanity to get their thoughts across.  Who loved their
husbands and children and their GOD.  

Stay at home mothers raising their children well and respected 
their husbands and worked...

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St. Milt’s Grand Opening today
Come and celebrate with us
On Martin Luther King Day
Worldwide choirs and gospel music
Singing MLK’s best loved hymns
Mahalia Jackson, Nina Simon 
It’s grand opening, today 
“Poetry Kids” reciting poems
Perfect for honoring the mission
Of this humble man, preacher, and scholar

It’s Martin Luther King...

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Sixteen years ago he left me,
I was only two years old.
He chose a life of crime instead,
At least that's what I've been told.

He never tried to come back,
No gifts, cards, or calls.
While he was drinking and running from cops,
I was learning how to crawl.

He missed...

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Ted was a professional farter
and at his windy recitals he’d boast
that could even toot Moonlight Sonata
If his wife fed him baked beans on toast!

There was an annual farting competition
Held in downtown Chicago, (the ‘Windy City’)
Ted had pre-loaded his guts for the mission
To lose his title...

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See this girl in the painting, this skinny girl
working on a puzzle at the bottom of the stairs.
With big rimmed glasses and her plain brown hair,
she’s an ordinary girl, with nothing seeming special.

Now see this girl. . . really SEE this girl.
At age 12, she’s...

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Running around with much to do
Not even time to watch the news
My job, dance recitals, ball games and such
My day's are chaos and hectic with much

When I roll from bed and feet hit the floor
Running in circles to get out the door
Constantly in a hurry...

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Die on your feet or live on your knees
Live as slave or die bold and free
Ringing that bell of liberty
Through thorns and thistles
Bomb blasts and war whistles
Floods of fire start to sprinkle and sizzle
Taking a stand or even walking alone
Every Goliath has a stone

Stumbling blocks...

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May is my happy month, for she is my birth month 
Some people treat themselves with a birthday.
I made the decision to celebrate my birth month
And I do. I buy whatever I want. Packages arrive daily.

Lilac trees, snowball trees, red hot rose bushes, 
hot pink...

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I almost called you several times
I know it's been a while
I had the phone right in my hand
but never got to dial

Something kept distracting me
every time I tried
Babies crying, P.T.A.,
my son needing a ride

Two weeks ago I planned to call
but many things came up
School recitals,...

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An Obscenity Trial
by Michael R. Burch
 
The defendant was a poet held in many iron restraints
against whom several critics cited numerous complaints.
They accused him of trying to reach the "common crowd,"
and they said his poems incited recitals far too loud.
 
The prosecutor alleged himself most...

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When do we stop believing that we could become anything?

Remember the time in third grade when Mrs. Anderson asked us what we wanted to be when we had grown up?

How Susie said she wanted to be a ballerina. She took classes since she could take...

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Hopscotch, barbie dolls, playing house and jump rope
Puddle jumping, finger painting, needing lots of soap
Baking cookies, stuffed animals and having a pet rock
Vibrant drawings on the driveway with colorful chalk

Dance recitals, swimming lessons and girl guides
Zoo visits, riding bikes and amusement rides
Beach pails, sand castles,...

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I'm feeling sick from your two faced hypocrisy
When you say one thing and then you're doing another
Cold whispers behind my back you talk about me
Then you act like my best friend with no apology

Why do you beak these friendship rules
And why am I left a...

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