Child House Poems

Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my...

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In the mid 80's, I took a job as a receptionist for a wholesale floral company.
Encased in a glass claustrophobic space, I answered their busy...

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Queen Mary had a doll house
Which is currently on view.
It was one hundred years ago
It made its grand debut.

With running water, working lifts,
Electric lights and...

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Part two will  focus on the ancient names of the Psalm 83's collation of the
nation's of Israel's closet neighbors; which want to have it...

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Nobody cared.
You could tell from the cracked and broken windows.
You could tell from the maggots and moths in the kitchen cabinets.
You could tell from the...

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A building is not a home,
Because it’s got a nice foam:
There has to be some blood ties
One can feel their truths and lies
Or man and...

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"Morning time to rise and shine."
The two mothers started their
Own chant "MORNING TIME 
THE MOTHERS SAID 
CHILDREN GET OUT OF BED."
The kids protested throwing 
The...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
  ...

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I went to my son’s open house last night
Hand in hand to meet my ex, his mother
His classroom was adorned with delight
Doting parents greeted each...

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"The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts."-
Italo Calvino

We moved into an inherited old house with a friendly ghost,
our house is...

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please come to my house 
I have a pretty blue pool
bicycles and rabbits
there's a lot that we can do
we can climb in the high trees
we...

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Behind Enemy Lines

Behind

I followed through doors and passage ways
Roofs and small runways ..
The boy with a glint in his eye,
He took me up , high...

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It’s up for sale again,
the Long Street house
of our childhood.
This cream chrysalis
once housed our lives.
Fresh paint bandages 
deep cracks as old as history.
Inside its rough...

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A perimeter with firm block seats 
For teenagers patrolling the streets; 
More needed to strengthen their gossips;
Jokes about Dads who wash plates in ships!

Seat blocks...

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The Ballad of Love Distorted 

The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke
His rider is tense, taut, confused. 
Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm 
And...

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