Best Screechy Poems

Sometime last night, resting
inside of my home
I heard a voice singing(?!)
I was not alone

Not sure what to do
I just tried to ignore...
But he went on...

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Falling through pompous poems, spiraling
Slippery sinking, rhyming rolling
In down directions, foreign for me
Cascading in chalkboard screechy sounds
Hanging by nails that can catch and clasp
Clinging to...

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An ancient scraggy yellow cat
(nape infected with crusty mange)
frequented our house, asking for food.
He was not shy announcing his presence
or asking to be fed alongside...

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THREE year olds know about circles. They play
ring around the rosy and here we go round
the mulberry bush. And if one should say 
that in...

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The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence...

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Rocky, high lofty mountains do stand tall and
boisterous waves continuously applaud 
The rooster crows to commence:
musicians of dolphins, humpbacks and orcas,
vibe with sonic vibrations and...

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“Hello! Mr. Mighty elephant”said a tiny, little rabbit.
“oh!hello!miss.tiny,little rabbit” said the elephant in surprise
“can this tiny , little soul take a ride on your back?”
Said...

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I already hear the Twittering Trumpers
and Trumpettes
in their unholy locker rooms
reducing the marching evolution of nurturing feminist matriarchs
to another whine,
too gooey,
shrill and screechy,
nagging nanny stroll...

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An impulse led him to the Cineplex
That dull Sunday afternoon in May
To crush his consciousness of his guilty complex,
Borne by the woman who abused him...

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Something strange propel me out of my air bed this morning
It wasn't the stinking smell of pork burning in the oven
or the guy upstairs ...

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Bright yellow feathers,
Deep black eyes.

A voice that could carry
Through the winds of time.

A sweet little fellow,
My friend for years and years.

I just can't help
But to...

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Rwendy Wendy was trendy like a pencil
                  ...

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Twas night of full Solstice
when all thru my home
Yin is moaning with constipation
while Yang jumps up and down
and back and forth
and in and out,
hoping her...

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Ben Sana Mecburum: “You are indispensable”
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch

You are indispensable; how can you not know
that you’re like nails...

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Turkish Poetry Translations I



Ben Sana Mecburum: "You are indispensable"
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch

You are indispensable; how can you not know
that...

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