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Cry For the Children
The children, O God, the children,
this world unworthy of their grace,
their innocence, their trusting faith,
vulnerable babes of each race.

Why do men and women abuse
these who are freshly come from You,
making of them foul merchandise
to increase evil revenues,

in all the world, in each nation,
sacrificed for wicked...

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Categories: revenues, abuse, children, cry,
Form: Quatrain
The Scatheless Soul
Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,

Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,

You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of...

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Categories: revenues, courage, death, endurance, hope,
Form: Alliteration
Let Someone's Light Shine Everywhere
Let someone's light shine everywhere,
darkness must not prevail when hope becomes
the candle that flickers waiting to die,
but somewhere a rising voice sings 
and makes pretty roses bloom and butterflies fly:
come out of your hiding and dare
to defy anyone who doesn't care! 

Like most of us,...

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Categories: revenues, courage, feelings, god, hope,
Form: Rhyme

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Premium Member People of Faith
It's hard to say where and when our town's People of Faith Cooperative started.

After all,
we have all emerged together,
and are still emerging
people of TaoGod,
right?

Our faith includes defining our still humanizing species
as among those not capable of autonomously regenerating ourselves
into our divine health functions,
or even our...

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Categories: revenues, culture, earth day, education,
Form: Political Verse
Premium Member Rappelez Vous, Remember
Rappelez-Vous
(English translation below original French)

Rappelez-vous les petits fils 
Qui ecoutaient leurs grand-peres
Raconter des histoires d’ infanteries 
Et de battailles de la premiere guerre.

Rappelez-vous des braves garcons 
Qui s’imaginaient etre des soldats,
Qui plus tard servaient le drapeau American 
En tant que veritables soldats.

Rappelez-vous des pauvres parents
Qui...

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Categories: revenues, death, father, friend, loss,
Form: Quatrain
Pawns
We the old and broken, have become the pawns
in the grand game of politics. We are as in the game 
of chess of the lowest esteem, expendable 
if not worse unwanted, a barganing chip.
For three years we haven't even received 
a cost of living increasee
while...

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Categories: revenues, angst, future, hope, rights,
Form: Prose Poetry



Don'T Imitate What Is Evil
Dear friend, do not imitate what is evil
but what is good. Anyone who does 
what is good is from God. 
Anyone does what is evil 
has not seen God. 
3 John 1:11

Most religions claim to be peaceful 
While there is no peace on earth today.
Why?...

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Categories: revenues, encouraging, inspirational, motivation,
Form: Rhyme
City
Ah, faith! Golly gosh, life in the city!
Hustle and bustle n' a big metro wander
Exhaustion, life, anger and pretty gritty
Misty, grimy lights loudly grab a beggar

The sidewalk shops like a cold surround
Hot action, big ole' vanilla sidewalks 
Graffiti walls, in dab color bound 
Hot streets...

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Categories: revenues, city,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Reasons For Seasons
Honey. 
A question.

One?

For now.
Subject to chain-reaction change.

As long as we're clear
about our lack of restraining rules.

Quite so, dear.
I'm wondering about that line
"Jesus is the reason
for the Season."
What was the reason
before JesusSeason?

I mean,
Joseph and Mary
and their parents,
What was their reason
for this Season?
Whatever they called early Winter
back...

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Categories: revenues, christmas, earth, holiday, humor,
Form: Political Verse
State of the Art Iv
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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Categories: revenues, art, muse, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Doggerel Ii
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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Categories: revenues, animal, dog, humor, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Ripped-Off Deniers
Yesterday I heard a happy Republican
crediting President Trump's self-proclaimed successes
to his training and experience with consumer-driven accountability;
meaning,
I presume,
his for-profit experience with market-driven consumerism.

Now I realize this for-profit wealth of experience
outside Washington,
untainted by prior government experience,
appears compelling for how he became President Trump
as opposed to continuing...

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Categories: revenues, conflict, earth, environment, health,
Form: Political Verse
The Closing of the Malls
A lot of malls are closing
(As I found out in the news)
‘Cause empty stores must equal
A decline in revenues.

For many folks despise the trip – 
The traffic, parking, gas – 
Especially when Amazon
Has bargains that surpass.

With just one click, your every wish
Comes true at your...

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Categories: revenues, change, universe,
Form: Rhyme
When Men Vanquish Men
Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and 
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace...

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© R.G. Inigo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: revenues, adventure, death, devotion, history,
Form: Free verse
Who Dropped the Love Bomb
WHO DROPPED THE LOVE BOMB?

Who dropped the love bomb?
   Yes, I confess
it was I-
       Who let it fall from the sky.

I flew over the battle-
    In my stealth peace jet-
And I dropped the love...

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Categories: revenues, freedom, humor, love, peace,
Form: Light Verse

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