Best Whittle Away Poems

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves...

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Family Poems

Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more than "all."
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all,...

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A majestic Marine
Who was always was there
No other human being
Could possibly compare

No possible word
Could ever truly describe
For every mention of his name
My heart and eyes fill with pride

He was a United States Marine
Illustrious and respected
Yet he demanded none
He was always there
To protect his dear grandson

The...

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Poems about Children IV

Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch

Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the front porch swing,
dangling his long thin legs, watching the sweat...

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nectar of life from a distant throne
shadows breathe in a constant drone
dewdrops lose their glorious bright
And colors seeping back to white

chaos churns the rivers grime
o'er  smooth stones made of time
filters pure, ancient golden goal
creative essence of the soul

whittle away chaos gray
write the words you...

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Ponderings on my 60 th Birthday!
On this my 60 th year I have gained a few new insights that can only come with age and experience. 
I do find it surreal that 60 years have passed so quickly.
The latter years go faster it seems!
I remain...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers III




Success
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;

there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette

to be delivered for mending skinned knees,
no wild bursts of approval for shoveling...

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Groovin’ on Rondelets,
I find this short form amusing and intriguing.
Groovin’ on Rondelets,
the hours whittle away, a person forgets
about necessities, like eating and sleeping.
It’s a silly kind of song that I keep singing,
“Groovin’ on Rondelets.”...

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When they came to a side hall Joulupukki stopped.
     “Do you feel the magic?”  He said to her.  She nodded.  He stepped around the corner, on the far end stood Gwaldon in the middle of the hallway. ...

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nectar of life from a distant throne
shadows breathe in a constant drone
dewdrops lose their glorious bright
And colors seeping back to white

chaos churns the rivers grime
o'er  smooth stones made of time
filters pure, ancient golden goal
creative essence of the soul

whittle away chaos gray
write the words you...

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On those long days
when it was too hot to ride
or run, a boy would find
an island of cool beneath
a tree and sit there 
with his pocket knife
to whittle away time
and a piece of wood.
A good blade could shape 
the hull of a model boat
or thinly...

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The beginning of a new day
And I have a lot to say
But there is no time to play
Unfortunately I can not stay
I must go away
Only to return by the end of day
With no delay I pray
The time may whittle away
But everything will be a-okay
On this...

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Watch All Other TV Stations

Except FOX, all other news TV Stations watch,
Because all up things Fox does seem to botch;
Whittle away,
Night and day;
More irritation caused when Fox carved a notch.

Jim Horn...

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It's so enthralling to be falling again
When love is the bane of my existence it fills me with pain
Romance is the rapture of the heart
To capture all that might one day bring us apart
There are so many nuances to love
I could light this flame and...

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It is not the writing, but the subject
As it is almost like fighting to get some people to reflect
Typing on the keyboard, asking God for some direction
For anytime I soared it was always in God's reflection

Many will miss out, wallowing in their own doubt
It is...

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