Cant Poems

Enjoy Narration

Sharing my love narration,
Causing much elation,
Ignoring cant negation,
Here tis love central station,
Harmless joy aeration,
Heart is your curation,
Pixie dust your vocation,
Love needs no stagnation,
Evolving, with illustration,
Never has privation,
Revoked our sublimation,
Scribbling this summation,
"Pour blessed love libation!"

i am hate, as i cant be calm poet

Asn’t
To learn of in your tomb
When we won?
When did you?
As my family mastered speech
You still cant!
Because we said so, so?
Diplomacy is ours
And your?
Whom’s
Not our’s, the oar’s 
In the dead, they have liberty

my heart

My heart says fly, I can't, so I cry

Im as free as a bird, but i cant seem to fly

Im free as a bird,
But i cant seem to fly...
Taking off is tiring,
Yet i am still trying...
I am still deciding 
If i should take off, 
Or if i should stay,
Forever wanting
Forever needing,
Just a little bit more
Than what my soul aches for...

if i cant kiss you

If I can’t kiss you on the lips,
then I’ll kiss your forehead or maybe a kiss on the hand,
or the marks that are given when we are at a cross.

My love for you is never false,
I’ll grab you by the hand just to waltz.
Everyone will have their thoughts.

I don’t care,
because when I look at the

Why Cant I see You

Where Are You

Purple grass waves in the gentle breeze
Violet leaves live on the tall tree
White laced ivy inter-twines
Light blue skies are devine
Puffy clouds float by
This field of rye
Why can’t I 
See you
Here

won't see' cant see'

There is a place; a road some room? town; city or
Square, be it protracted or soon? I will get there"
Perhaps a party? Or funeral? A wedding or wake?
Or courtroom? or beach where i might contemplate?
As I listen to thesis..or radio; or watch t v.? There is a
Place i'm going..That today I can't see.!
That does mean

I JUST CANT WAIT TILL CHRISTMAS

I just can’t wait till Christmas

I just can’t wait till Christmas
With thoughts of ice and snow
And Santa in his bright red suit
Shouting ho ho ho.

Flying with his reindeer
With presents on his sleigh
Delivering them all by midnight
For us on Christmas day.

We put lights and bobbles on the tree
We do it every year
And a sign post in

the GAUD poems

Poems from "the GAUD poems" and "the ur poems"...


& GAUD said, “Let there be LIGHT VERSE
to illuminate the ‘nature’ of my Curse!”
—michael r. burch


reverse the Curse
with LIGHT VERSE!
recant the cant
with an illuminating chant,
etc.
—michael r. burch

Can the darkness of Christianity with its “eternal hell” be repealed via humor? It’s time to recant, pardon the puns. 


if

My Apologies I just cant seem To Wrap my Head Around The way of the World

Now far be it from me to complain, I truly understand the world and for that 
 most call me insane. At the very least unwell thats understandable trust me
 i get it but thats not because what I see its just because most cant see it

 I just can't vibe with the way things

i cant breathe

You hate her 
Because you don't .
Sing, 
Let me hear.
Release your fists 
hold onto me 
I'll guide us to somewhere 
We can breathe.

YOU CANt ESCAPE THE WEATHER

With accompaniment of rain, the tweets pour into my ear.
Saturation of sound, mottled bark and sodden moss.
Must be the downfall of civilization, heavens tears.
In God’s house, psalm’s blessing; outside, purging the dross.

Hues of watercolor diffuse, darkness rippling on wet canvas.
There is beauty in mankind, to read between lines of tension.
Push and pull of dripping thoughts,

We Cant Turn Our Backs

This world can change instantly
 In a flash-so quickly
If our attitudes just turn
All around--then we can burn
All the bad things into ashes
This world knows, as it crashes
Into a million broken parts
When there is no love in our hearts
And our vibes are sending out
Lots of hatred that we shout
Loudly all across this land
We need an angels

Cant Escape My Past

once I was scared and alone
chills were running through my bones
from the thoughts I'd never find
a way to leave my past behind
there was no way to excuse
all the horror and abuse
I was put through as a child
now my mind is running wild
will there ever finally be
a place and time that I can see
a future sunny

Free Pizza Cant Be Right

A free pizza was left on the doorstep of Billy Dew.
Who would do that? He asked, but no one knew.
I can’t eat it, he said, it might not be right.
That changed immediately after he took one bite.

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