Life Goat Poems

Things we remember and some that we won't:
changing batteries on a remote,
building sand castles with a moat.,
applying a second coat,
grabbing an umbrella to tote, 
sharing...

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"Oh! My beloved
"I am one of the hundred
"Lost in your love
"A place for all

"A place for our love shaped in heart
"I was drowned to you...

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Not to be taken lightly, I burnt all my clothes 
Cut the tattoos off my back, tore pins from my nose 
Foraged for food particles,...

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A goat without blemish
And creepers and verming
Are inserted in its mouth
Then all it's orifices are bound
The ancients sewed them up
And it driven to the wilderness
To...

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Wonderworks
by Michael R. Burch

History’s
mysteries
abound
& astound,
found
(profound)
the whole earth ’round,
even if mostly
underground.


The Procrastinator’s Creed
by Michael R. Burch

It’s always, “Tomorrow, I’ll do it.”
Work? I eschew it.
I never collect...

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A little doll, that baby goat
Unsteady legs and soft brown coat
A wonderful addition to the farm

In front of you, before you knew
Just sprouted up and...

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The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone...

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Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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Safety in Hand

The raven calls my name, 
and I am afraid to answer. 
He will know all about me, 
even if I do not know...

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Rocky

Rock is not a racehorse, 
he is a tiny Billy goat. 
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is. 
One day, 
he will be...

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My heart is joyful, lightened, truly glad
on seeing her upright and standing tall.
Remembering the trials we both had,
A miracle she’s even here at all.

You may...

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The village road


As I walked along the village road,

Past ploughed fields and shady green,

My hopes and heart  above soared

When I saw the smile of a...

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Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.

Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.

Eating although the food supply is...

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Help this man to cross the rapid river
With his tiger, a goat that does quiver
And a bundle of fresh grass;
Yet twice, not once as a...

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Papi Mario Is Not A Goat

triple down economics as I sit back and recline in the tropics
sipping on Pina Colada being massaged by a woman...

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