Best Reviles Poems

I feel I am drowning
In open air,
Clawing at dirt that isn’t there
No one sees my distress—
No one really cares
Clacking, scraping sounds
Of glasses and plates
Echoes of breathing and voices
Assault my senses,
And still I cannot breathe…

Even as I am safe,
My mind leaves me terrified
My heart clamors in...

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Unquotable quotes Friends – XVI

Can friends also be lovers ; not certainly under covers.
Can friends do one another harm and stay calm ; not unless they have lost their sense of alarm.
Can you make a friend do what you will not do yourself ; what’s...

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It is simply being at a still point, where silence speaks 
volumes. 
Where guilt turns to tranquility and I can trust to risk or risk to trust,
either way, it doesn’t matter. It is a matter of perspective, like kids,
I can dare to dream, and when...

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C’mon people, we have sunk even father out of the line, 
Romans Chapter One.
C’mon people, haven’t we turned completely mad, insane,
we don’t listen to God or His Son.

C’mon people, Christians, my brethren how long will
we suffer abominations?
C’mon people, we are held accountable to God for...

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The fire glows throughout southern hill
The pulse of one’s soul one can feel
The castle is formed by one’s will
It is a glorious structure and marvel of engineering ornamenting the hill

The knights walk upon the castle wall
As stone winds unveil it whole
One feels joy in the...

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Dreamcast silver
solid pikes,
made out of human skulls.

Window seated
man and wife,
drown the coach with love.

Angry voices in my head
sense the sight
and smile.

Midnight murder flowing red;
cold delight
reviles....

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the cards in my hand,the lights everywhere camera's
in my eyes.
flashing lights everywhere,nervous inside don't know
what to do.
concentrate,concentrate.stay on task.
look at the dealer straight in the eye,don't let up
the dealer hits,is it an ace is it a deuce is a king a queen
a jack 
in my...

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After I have continuously fed the moon with my 
spoon of inspirational feelings

Soon I noticed; it never grew fat,
but stayed toon, like an animated raccoon 

so I had to enhance the moon, to a glowing 
moonlight, and adopt its moonlight,
into my pool of wholly gratification

My...

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The smoky structure of forgotten dreams,
buried in the breath of lost denial
Stealing from sleep what life rebukes
—disguising what the coming dawn reviles

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part II

The Locker
by Michael R. Burch

All the dull hollow clamor has died
and what was contained,
removed,
reproved
adulation or sentiment,
left with the pungent darkness
as remembered as the sudden light.



Me?
Whee!
(I stole this poem
from Muhammad Ali.)
—Michael R. Burch



superstar(stuporstar) 
by Michael...

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A coterie of unschooled children in tow
A blind woman shambles from street to street
Stretching an emaciated hand in a row
Hoping a coin her kitty will greet

From impoverished passersby
Who tighten belts to breaking point
Restraining a famine cry
In an exclamation joint

That begs for progress
Hoping against hope
The blind...

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My life has obstacles.
So very many obstacles.
There have been forks in the road.
And I have taken the wrong path.
But with each of these wrong turns,
a new path has opened up for me.
And with each of these obstacles,
a old layer of me peels of,
and each time...

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In a lull, I’m calm in placed in a sleep;
With soothing sounds and movements, that peeks;
"The rhythm of the soothe quiet hush, what a rush”;

Lullaby pauses, that cessation, of my respite hiatus;
In a lull In my lacks of activity, breaks of suspensions;
Lulled deep into lulls,...

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Unseasonal summer rains at once burst
Everywhere litter and garbage dispersed
Making men run here and there for shelter
In no time, life becomes helter-skelter 
 
Unexpected like facing an old friend
Heat waves turn into zephyrs in the end
Enraptured by a great relief to hearts
Pleasant weather diffused in...

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The Future as Irony

If we try to look ahead, say ten years when ex-president Trump sits in a cell in Arizona sent by Elon Musk, who rules the world and has an army of all-seeing AI officials, people will wonder why Trump lived that long,...

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