Epigrams Poems - Poems about Epigrams

These are epigrams by Michael R. Burch Road to Recovery by Michael R. Burch It’s time to get up and at ’em and out of this rut that I’m sat in. A man may attempt to burnish pure gold, but who can think to improve on his mother?—Mahatma Gandhi, translation by Michael R. Burch A mother's heart is God's ultimate masterpiece.—St....

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Epigrams V Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry? —Michael R. Burch Teach me to love: to fly beyond sterile Mars to percolating Venus. —Michael R. Burch Byron was not a shy one, as peacocks run. —Michael R. Burch When I visited Lord Byron's residence at Newstead Abbey, there were peacocks running around the grounds, which I thought appropriate. Less Heroic...

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Trump Poems and Epigrams VI Trump’s Retribution Resolution by Michael R. Burch My New Year’s resolution? I require your money and votes, for you are my retribution. May I offer you dark-skinned scapegoats and bigger and deeper moats as part of my sweet resolution? Please consider a YUGE contribution, a mountain of lovely C-notes, for you are my retribution. Revenge is our only solution, since my critics are...

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Trump poems and epigrams V The prez should be above the law, he sez, even though he’s no longer prez. —Michael R. Burch Mercedes Benz by Michael R. Burch I'd like to do a song of great social and political import. It goes like this: Oh Donnie, won't you lend me your Mercedes Benz? My friends screw in Porsches, I must make amends! Like...

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POEMS ABOUT SHAKESPEARE by Michael R. Burch Fleet Tweet: Apologies to Shakespeare by Michael R. Burch a tweet by any other name would be as fleet! Fleet Tweet II: Further Apologies to Shakespeare by Michael R. Burch Remember, doggonit, heroic verse crowns the Shakespearean sonnet! So if you intend to write a couplet, please do it on the doublet! Stage Fright by Michael R. Burch To be or not...

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EPIGRAMS IV Improve yourself by others' writings, attaining freely what they purchased at the expense of experience. —Socrates, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry? ?Michael R. Burch I didn’t mean to love you, but I did. Best leave the rest unsaid, hid- den and unbidden. —Michael R. Burch What is life? The flash of a firefly. The breath...

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It is not possible refuse to die or to live...! live in leaps and ravines, is a way of living too... not even death give us rest in life... Death does not release us from life... the opposite is true equally... ! Death is the mother of life, life is spawn of death... Divine plan!...

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Trump Poems and Epigrams VI Poets laud Justice’s high principles. Trump just gropes her raw genitals. —Michael R. Burch Dark Shroud, Silver Lining by Michael R. Burch Trump cares so little for the silly pests who rise to swarm his rallies that he jests: “The silver lining of this dark corona is that I’m not obliged to touch the fauna!” Zip It by Michael R. Burch Trump pulled a...

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TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS III Trump's real goals are obvious and yet millions of Americans remain oblivious. —Michael R. Burch Our awful unlawful "president" will soon be a jailhouse resident. — Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Teddy Roosevelt spoke softly and carried a big stick; Donald Trump speaks loudly and carries a big shtick. —Michael R. Burch tRUMP is the butt of many...

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TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS II Quite Con-trary by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trumpy, Trumpy, fat, balding and lumpy, how does your Rose Garden grow? “With venom and spleen and everything mean, and my gasket about to blow!” Trumpy, Trumpy, obese and dumpy, why are your polls so low? “I claimed I was Cyrus at war with a virus but lost every time to the minuscule foe!” Donald...

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TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS I These days Trump's fraudian slip is always showing. — Michael R. Burch aka “the Loyal Opposition” Trump seems to prefer demon-crazy to democracy.— Michael R. Burch Under Trump American democracy is going the way of the dodo. — Michael R. Burch Poets must sometimes re-butt asses like Trump.—Michael R. Burch Our awful unlawful “president” will soon...

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Epigrams VIII Less Heroic Couplets: Word to the Unwise by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be good as gold, but being good, as I’ve been told, requires something, discipline, I simply have no interest in! Brief Fling I by Michael R. Burch To write an epigram, cram. If you lack wit, scram! Brief Fling II by Michael R. Burch “Epigram” means cram, then scram! Brief Fling III by Michael R. Burch No...

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Epigrams VII A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy? —Albert Einstein, poetic interpretation by Michael R. Burch The Whole of Wit by Michael R. Burch for and after Richard Moore If brevity is the soul of wit then brevity and levity are the whole of it. Ars Brevis, Proofreading Longa by Michael R. Burch Poets may labor from sun...

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Epigrams VI These are humorous epigrams including a form I call "Less Heroic Couplets." Less Heroic Couplets: Mini-Ode to Stamina by Michael R. Burch When you’ve given so much that I can’t bear your touch, then from a safe distance let me admire your persistence. Less Heroic Couplets: Less than Impressed by Michael R. Burch for T. M., regarding certain dispensers of lukewarm...

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Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams That country wench bewitches your heart? Hell, her most beguiling art’s hiking her dress to seduce you with her ankles' nakedness! Sappho, fragment 57, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Stranger, rest your weary legs beneath the elms; hear how coolly the breeze murmurs through their branches; then take a bracing draught from the mountain-fed fountain; for this is...

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