Best Stilly Poems

From the sublime blue
He, having done his work
Tired and sweating
Sank into the west sea
To have a lave
At the gong of six.

It began to darken
Without the presence of him.
And people and animals
Hurried to their homes.

With darkness filled 
And mist hung
It was stilly
With no motion.

Then after a...

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Thy love rings like bluebells caught in spring’s breeze
Singing out to my heart heaven’s chorus
Such beauteous song brings larks to their knees
Humming birds charm-ed stilly and voiceless
Thy radiant smile beclouds the sun’s rays
Jaundice daffodils wilt in thy presence
Thou favour emits an opium haze
Lovers’ Lorelei reborn...

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In the box with overpowered silence
Dripping with sweaty tension
Wanting glory…fearing three

Those eyes precise measured quarry
Javelin of Ash loaded at the ready
Stilly prepared…ironed gripping

White pale streak of the assailing foe
Red seamed threads spinning unseen
Coursing in…aimed true

A crack that exhales the collective breathe
Eruption within the faceless crowd
Cacophony…movement’s...

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Gemini met Cancer on a summer day
She quite frankly took his breath away
He thought things were done in male or pink
She showed him another way to think 

She gave him a wink and came right over
It amazed him this Cancer named Tom C. Clover
Her name...

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Sonnets XCVIII-CII

Willy Nilly
by Michael R. Burch

for the Demiurge aka Yahweh/Jehovah 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You forced them to run
all their days uphilly.
They ran till...

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Willy Nilly
by Michael R. Burch

for the Demiurge aka Yahweh and Jehovah 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
 
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You forced them to run
all their days uphilly.
They...

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There he is again/searching...
for me - the object of his disdain/
his bete noire

Looking at him through the facets of my vision...
- He is a hulking one of them

The ones who seek to cut off my already
truncated life

Swish! a swift and practiced mano
takes aim

Lo Mein from...

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I once knew a boy named Billy
I thought he was originally from Chile
Mostly ‘cause he loved his hot sauce and chili
Toting everywhere his jar of piccalilli

It turns out Billy was really the local hillbilly
I should have known, that was really silly

‘Cause Billy craved to barbecue...

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If God
is good
half the Bible
is libel.
-Michael R. Burch

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Willy Nilly
Michael R. Burch

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You forced them to run
all their days uphilly.
They ran till...

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Doggerel I or Nonsense Verse

A$$tronomical
by Michael R. Burch

Einstein, the frizzy-haired,
proved E equals MC squared.
Thus, all mass decreases
as activity ceases?
Not my mass, my a$$ declared!



Bible Libel
by Michael R. Burch

If God
is good,
half the Bible
is libel.

I came up with this epigram after reading the Bible from cover to...

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What feelings render in my heart I can’t explain 
What emotions slaughter my soul I cannot say? 
The desired thought of suicide? I do not blame
The sourness that contaminates the life I live in? Oh what a shame?
Vengeance and anger? Those feelings to surrender?
Don’t ask....

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HILLBILLIES BYBILLIES AND BLOWBILLIES--

Once upon a time in the land of Frilly
Lived a tatter torn family  the McFrelly’s
On the outskirts of Arkansas the county of Mountain Lily,
Just below the Mason Dixie line acts involuntarily
They were peaceful hillbillies

Granny made corn and dandelion whiskey dilly
Jonathan had...

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Limericks
by Michael R. Burch



Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of his prowess, but lied.
To his new wife he sighed,
"When again, gentle bride?"
"Nevermore!" bright-eyed Raven replied.



The Platypus
by Michael R. Burch

The platypus, myopic,
is ungainly, not erotic.
His feet for bed
are over-webbed,
and what of...

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Pale stilly winter,
 
Unfazed, undaunted sea songs,
 
Uncelebrated-
 
Her freedom; nameless & green.
 
Olive ocean pearl,
 
Lost amongst th' coral throngs,
 
Undiscovered-
 
Her beauty; frozen & preen'd.
 
...
 
Her medley of winds,
 
Carry a fond salty tune.
 
...
 
Troubled soul,
 
Cast away yester cares,
 
Listen...

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Тhe ending winter broke 
the last crystal day
I thank you for thee are
to light my inner flame.

The linden spread its planets-
a scent of spring and laugher
I thank you,dear,for you felt
despite them all, my order.

The winds with airy palms
are waving stifling wheat.
I thank you for the...

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