Best Woodbine Poems

“Stroke-a-back
stroke-a-back
someone’s going to touch you
in a moment from now,
I’ll draw the snake
but I won’t end it.”   
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The robin led straight to the tenant,
Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. 
The huge dormers were closed. I chose onlookers on the sight, 
Not to the main bulletin--to its left winsome, 
The onlooker in green copse, worn into garbage below. 
I pushed. Then it...

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Banks o' Doon
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, banks and hills of lovely Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair;
How can you chant, ecstatic birds,
When I'm so weary, full of care!
You'll break my heart, small warblers,
Flittering through the flowering thorn:
Reminding me...

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Sex for breakfast , lunch and dinner
That’s the F plan diet for me
I might take a break at coffee
Or during afternoon tea.
You could wear your marigold gloves
And we could explore every kink.
I could get the rubber plunger
 and make rude noises in the sink.

I want...

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I want to dream a dream
I want to make a castle 
in the air........

I want to have a hot kiss 
on your forbidden rosy lips
I want to take a hot coffee
in a downtown restaurant 
of Toronto with you......

I want to walk side by side 
with...

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  "Waiting in Vain"

all my life I've been waiting to capture the illusive brass ring
to fill my heart with happiness; to lace my hands with bling.

years have passed and still I wait for the rainbow's pot of gold
to seal my fate and heal my...

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SURSUM CORDA 

(for Ruth and Clement Mc Cormack, 
Bridgton, Maine)

“Come see us, we’ll talk about the job."

you were convalescent, generous, 
and anxious to get your hands moving
into the garden among the buds and birdsong 
ready to get your mind off the disease
and get a grip...

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He came like Tommy’s Cooper
With a pocket in each hand,
Juggling with his boulders
While out humphing ‘cross the land.

It took about a day a week
No more and not much less.
He took his Barry from a hook
And strapped it to his chest.

Next day he shaved his crook’d...

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Mary Haggis, little clown
With beak like blighted crows
And scary hair all lit aflame
Is where the woodbine grows.








"Mary Haggis" is reprinted here from 
PETS GIVEN IN EVIDENCE OF OLD ENGLISH WITCHCRAFT
AND OTHER BEWITCHED BEINGS 
(Minneapolis: Sidecar Preservation Society, 2016)....

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It was a waxing, gibbous moon and Cassandra felt calm and at ease
as she stepped out that February night with frost upon the trees..
It was only a mile to grandmothers house, she'd walked it many times
but not when the moon was waxing gibbous and always...

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Pre Beatles Fame 
 There are times when long time ago really is long, yet seen
with a cosmic sight, a speck of dust in the eye of the sky.  
I think it was In 1956 I saw the Beatles perform at a place 
called...

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On a grassy verge above the surging rill 
she stood fair haired and proud,
three leaf clover substrate at her toes.
Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked 
from my neighbours walk-in green house.
Woman of resplendent peerage cast a 
pearlescent glance among the swirl-frond 
waves that prey on...

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timid violet
safe under green canopy
organic beauty
woodbine and bramble haven
hedgerow of many secrets







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A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
that's newly sprung in June
and my love is like the melody
that's sweetly played in tune.

And you're so fair, my lovely lass,
and so deep in love...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant details occurred on a street
that branched off kind of like...

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