Sonnet Clothes Poems

     Abigail thought she would pen a sonnet
     Though, alas, she really didn’t want it
  ...

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Hymn to an Art-o-matic Laundromat
by Michael R. Burch

after Richard Thomas Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer”

O, terrible-immaculate
ALL-cleansing godly Laundromat,
where cleanliness is next to Art
—a bright...

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Never look back and be eaten up with guilt
Try to correct what you did in the future
I remember the first time I showed up in...

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It was pouring, nightfall o'er the wet streets, 
On a bike we rode, hurry to go home
The road was muddy, street lights hazy, blind 
Pitch...

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Epigrams by Michael R. Burch



Negligibles
by Michael R. Burch
 
Show me your most intimate items of apparel:
begin with the hem of your quicksilver slip ...



Negotiables
by Michael...

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A broken zipper
Can happen any time
When it does- 
It does happen 
It is at the wrong time
Rushing to be outside
The zipper would break
On a winter...

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On dismal days, don't dress for gloom;
Inject some joy into the room.
Reject a shirt of somber hue
In favor of a brilliant blue

Or neon green or...

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ALL TYPES OF GIFTS GIVEN
COOKING, ORGANIZING
GIFT MAKING, EVENT PLANNING
SINGING, WRITING GOSPEL SONGS
FASHION SHOPPER, A DESIGNER
ARTWORK, A PASSION IN REAL ESTATE
TALENTED ENDLESS, EVERLASTING
A TRAVELER.

WHERE TO BEGIN
FROM...

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Jane went out with friends
She spent the evening 
After a long drive
She was very tired
Sleeping through the night
In the morn she awoke
With a big surprise
Her...

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“How Strange… it’s Hard for me to wash your clothes:
They will be put away for the last time…
They’ve stayed ten months in small piles, and,...

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I flick my handerchief over my shoulder
In simulation of Caesar's red cloak, and 
Imagine I am he and fit to be declared 
Emperor by the...

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Hibernating from the spring until Autumn,
who knows where, maybe under garden heaps,
now triggered as December snowflakes come,
the single glove now rouses from it's sleep.
On pavements...

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I have inside my wardrobe many clothes
composed of dresses, blouses, slacks and tops,
and as the number of these items grows,
so does my footwear. Lord, it...

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The Burden of youth

 She was seventeen, and her boyfriend had left her
Life is more intense when you are young she wanted to commit 
Suicide...

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Thoughtless Day   

I was looking out of the window
The view was a road and an opposite wall
And I decided to think of nothing...

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