Best Reprimands Poems

We are The Generation,
Holding tomorrow in the palm of our hands
Ancestors deemed us responsible
Yet Today only reprimands

We are The Generation, the majority
Of futile yearnings, beguiled by what
Only brings more shame…Beguiled by what
Only brings more shame

Embellished with the nudity we call fashion
Seeking the colors of the...

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Forbiden Love

I impose quarantine!
On what is rightfully mine,
If the elders don’t mind,
And choose to be enough kind,
As to put the past aside,
Then, I’ve nothing to hide.

Purity, I believe,
Is hard to achieve,
Your wisdom I perceive,
And reprimands I receive,
But again if she leaves,
I will be the bereaved.

Mine...

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Life is a dangerous struggle 
Full of inconsistencies, challenges and pains
Life is not fair even to the fair skinned 
The dark skinned are not faring better either 
In everyone's backyard a little rain must drop 
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for...

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O!  FLUFF!  FIZZ!  ICE-TRUFFLES and BANDALEES!
Can't see the forest, for the snow on trees!
Where every gossamer veil of snow delights
And every string of bulbs mimics Heav'n's Lights!
O!  TRUE! the tales of gnomes and Ice-Elves are!
(I fear some fool will catch one...

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I can remember her face in my dream.
Her feature is somewhat brave, prominent jaw line and thick brows but pretty.
She’s taller than me; her face was so vivid in my dream.
Built is bigger though not fat, just big.
I can almost paint her if I just...

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The Rosy Lay*

Ready for a kiss did sun rise, 
gleaming, shimmering in the April sky, 
had set to bloom bouquets of love, 
a rose among them caught my eye... 

And made me notice for the first time 
the alluring blooms of Angoora Van**, 
and the...

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State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W.  B.  Yeats

For all that we professed of love, we...

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We live in a world 
Where all things are moving
Where nothing halts
Where nothing turns back
Where all that it is is noise

We live in a world
Broken souls grace the streets
Hopeless lives is all that it is
Drive for money consumes minds
Shuttered dreams we walk on

We live in...

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Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The best book of the age...

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Events that live in infamy
Some life-changing, others life-ending

Hiroshima, the World Trade Center, 
areas struck by tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes

Life that remains will never be the same
Survivors are plagued by emotions of loss and grief

Consider couples who fought over breakfast
Or parents whose last words were reprimands

A king’s...

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I’m a falcon seamlessly driven
I can flex and torque 
My tapered wings flap like a hawk
Flight feathers long and slender like a ballerina
I’m vicious like bird of prey hunting with eyes
But I’m not like others in my tribe
I would rather burn my feathers like a...

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“Not down any drain!”
livid chef reprimands sous
fatberg prevention...

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Put your faith in The Faithful
That you may expect Truth from the Truthful
For among men are resilient respondents
Who may crumble into dependent despondents
In the glare of weighty demands
Impatience and unforgiving reprimands

Only God can fully satisfy man
For his needs and appetites are greater than
Any man's positive...

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Putting thoughts on paper, connoting their portent;
contesting guilt by being lyrically concordant
with symphonic tones of poetical elegance,
expressing a mere necessity rather than extravagance.

Putting thoughts on paper is connoting their meaning,
while being internally stirred by a conversional insight;
so adamant in displaying poetic verses to the living...
expressing...

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Mystified me, the expressions so weird;
Neither love nor acceptance
It stirred my soul, churned my mind
Why so?? bewilderment continued...

Humiliation, reprimands,  insults
Discrimination, innuendo, malice
victimised the poor,the needy,the deprived
Unheard men,their voice suppressed!
Situation proliferated and protracted
Proofs to augmenting denial,disgrace and social decay.
Even in death none to commiserate!
No helping...

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