Best Snaggle Poems

a hush shivers my spine,
it reeks havoc and I no longer speak-
I traveled back in time,
the only thing I find 
is the tapping of soft feet.
they keep quiet at daybreak,
and wipe a tear before bed-
unspoken words are insinuated
when you're hungry...unfed.

pull the plug,
shock me with paddles,
remorse...

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Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
ever 
so
slowly 
past lawns
strewn 
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that could have easily been
brush stroked with 
da Vinci's golden teardrops.

(Impoverished...

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Now pick apart
My S E X U A L I T Y
and tell me these traits
That must define me.
From my heads to my tippy toes
Am I more man or Mo?
Dont hesitate 
While you emasculate
They must call you Webster
Because you act like now.

Is it because-

I dye...

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Sitting on the porch
neath the old Oak,
breakfast is over,
bacon, fried yeast bread and peach preserves
canned by hand in ancient jars.
They’ve seen their share of life,
garden tomatoes,
blanched to remove the skin,
peeled and crushed,
a smidge of salt and hint of lemon,
lovingly filled
as the sweat is wiped from...

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Here and Hereafter
by Michael R. Burch

Life’s saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ...
wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.



Laughter’s Cry
by Michael R. Burch

Because life is a mystery, we laugh
and do not know the half.

Because death is a mystery, we cry
when one is gone, our numbering...

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Poems about Children V

Pan
by Michael R. Burch

Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves

Once there were paths that led to coracles
that clung to piers like loosening barnacles

where we cannot return, because we lost
the pebbles and the playthings, and the moss

hangs...

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As dawn cracks the sky
and yellow light leaks through 
The neighbourhood oracle begins her day, 
sets out her stall on the corner near the station
"The end is coming"

The newspaper boy in his sister's scarf 
snatched in haste too early this morning,
just before dawn,
yawning he peddles...

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On morning-time drives, my daughter and I,
Would sing along songs which rarely were heard,
That music was playing seems to defy,
My recollection of photographs blurred;
Vividly now, still I see Ava there,
Rockin’ like Bono with snaggle-tooth grins,
Smilin’ at daddy from her special chair,
Laughter erupting as answers to...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a...

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

Just Smile
by Michael R. Burch

We'd like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard, 
ripped off by dogs, will guide his tipsy steps, 
his doddering progress through...

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Courtesy Google, I learned Dynata...mite!

Constitutes the world’s largest
first-party data platform
for insights, activation and measurement

Earlier today August 28th, 2022,
a representative from aforementioned
market research company
fielded political questions to yours truly.

The young lady at other end of telephone
(little baby crying 
accompanied the background)
peppered me with salty queries;
I replied...

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I went to the Secretary of State's office
to receive my license today.
On the way, I swear
I saw my uncle fresh out of rehab.
I swear
I thought I saw Miguel Pinero's ghost
on the sidewalk
in his classic rags, three-day beard
and fedora ensemble.
 
My mother and I arrived,
walked in...

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We’d like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard,
ripped off by dogs, will guide his tipsy steps,
his doddering progress through the scarlet house
to tell his mommy “boo-boo!,” only two.

We’d like to think his reconstructed face
will be as...

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On Halloween the spirits rise and walk this ancient planet, once again.  Put out your jack-o-lanterns to keep them away from your door.  Make them scary and snaggle toothed to get those ghouls and goblins, running.  Witches and ghosts are different lots...

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Our Hannah with her snaggle tooth
Is prettier and that's the truth
Than any sultry movie star
Who gets her beauty from a jar.

She's just turned six years old and so
Her baby teeth are primed to go;
But one, reluctant to vamoose,
Just hangs in there, relaxed and loose. 

Our...

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