Doltish Poems - Poems about Doltish

...in the twilight zones of the ocean you will find me dimly lit from within for camouflage, for spotting those I fear would steal my hazy glow I am surrounded by others who linger here, half......Read the rest...

...We need to organize, demand the right to be mindless. Deserve we compensations, restorations for the witless who riot. Compassion and pardon for all moronic mobs. The right to choose de......Read the rest...

...Imagine that coffee is your soul Dark and too bitter like the starless sky As black as hell, as awful. Imagine a life without coffee Pointless, tasteless, doltish, Tell me, how bad a day wou......Read the rest...

...His thoughts a noose round the neck That betrays progress into better ray, Prisoner self-chained to surreal wreck Of diamond burdens beyond their say. His pulses another swift drift away Fr......Read the rest...

...Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse The Board by Michael R. Burch Accessible rhyme is never good. The penalty is understood: soft titters from dark board rooms wher......Read the rest...

...Poems about Dogs This Dog by Rabindranath Tagore loose translation by Michael R. Burch Each morning this dog, who has become quite attached to me, sits silently at my feet until, gently ca......Read the rest...

...Dog Daze by Michael R. Burch Sweet Oz is a soulful snuggler; he really is one of the best. Sometimes in bed he snuggles my head, though he mostly just plops on my chest. I think Oz was mad......Read the rest...

...Behind those hidden marked wrists Are lies, skepticism and fears Behind those calloused, clenched fists Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears. Behind those evident scars Is a constant cycle of......Read the rest...

..."The body, like the oak, is bent and gnarled, The shallow-rooted mind is overthrown, When we are near the evening of the world." ---From, 'Runes for an Old Believer", by Rolfe Humphries Faceboo......Read the rest...

...The Shepherd asked the poetess- Who are you? Twinkling her eyes, the poetess said-who am I. Am I a breath or a death; breeze or a storm; am I soothed or havocked? I am blazed and ashed. A......Read the rest...

...There's Something I always Keep With Myself , Wrap It Up And Place Onto My Shelf ; My Secret's Land In These Extravagant Books, Each Connected To One Another Through Angelic Brooks . I'm a ve......Read the rest...

...Withered leafless trees Clinging to old roots Sway fearful of the wind, Murmuring among themselves With dull nonsense About the rains. The doltish deceive themselves That winter is a prelu......Read the rest...

...Tethered by life's boundless gyre; doltish in the headlong plunge. Swirling in its turbid mire; mock demur feigns to expunge. Inchoate thoughts swell pathos' rosters; errant guides whose hack ......Read the rest...

... Everything is Free and I Don’t Want it 6-4-2016 They’re targeted at any seeking cheap or free, Offers come by email, phone, TV or printed. Somehow all offers always seem to include m......Read the rest...

...Micro-Feasting by Odin Roark To propagate the dung heap of ignorance, Is to place on low simmer A main course of illiteracy. How festive the chefs of mental starvat......Read the rest...