Best Smugly Poems

On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready...

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As the 
story
goes...

A
pesky
fly, 
came buzzing by
to rest and munch
and eat his lunch
and have some fun
on the hound dog's 
nose.

The old dog
snoozed 
without a clue
in the...

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Even as a child of God -
when it came right down to it
she stood firmly on her child’s side -
not God’s 

.. and damn
how I...

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A flickering spark between you and me–
     grating of steel on steel and I shall flee!
When my opinion is not valued,...

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The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child

Each day the pattern was the same,
for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. 
WHACK!...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach...

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I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my...

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Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and...

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The walker prevails without his brimmed hat, 
skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats 
which seek to explore each orifice bare - 
to sample the blood...

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Limericks VI - Religion

Pell-Mell for Hell Mel
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a Baptist named Mel
who condemned all non-Christians to hell.
When he stood before God
he...

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We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could...

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A war you can win

                    ...

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A wretched, willful man was I--
So smugly proud of things I'd done.
Reckless me, I flew too high--
Like Icarus, too near the sun.

I placed my trust...

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No snow can ever fall without your memory
punishing and pushing me into a dark reverie.
Watching snow fall, I see your face, feel your touch
and fade...

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( A bit of drama in the garden last week)


The seed was scattered, and not long to wait,
a Blackbird was the first upon the scene,
moments...

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