Mother Hyperbole Poems

("Blue Egg In Red Sea", 2020, original oil)

Person Non-Grata

Call me old-fashioned,
but I’m glad my mother was a woman.
I’m glad about a lot of things actually,
the...

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Overnight, the landscape has
More color and yet less
How’d I fall asleep on the East Coast
And wake up in the West?

Everybody is tattooed
Everybody is tattooed 
Uh-oh!...

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From the cold, damp earth I rise,
With a heavy heart and tearful eyes,
My mother lies in eternal rest,
But her love still beats within my chest.

With...

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It was yesterday Sunday
The feast of Saint Valentine's Day
We saw passing by classy women with gorgeous hips
Dressed up in pink and red
All the lovers were...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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(***warning ungapatchka language ahead***)

Flush with rage the spouse will become allied
if reference made how she buzzfeeds disorder
altercation especially likely if divorce blurted
making me wish to...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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Holy Georgina
Mother of Regina
Pray for me in this sanctified arena
That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina

With your scintillating fingers around my oesophagus
How do I stop...

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I blink my eyes and then the world is gone. 

Open once again to see some peons upon the lawn.

They came to hear the Lion...

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For all the things that you do for me, 
For being my rock and crutch,
For always caring and believing, 
For loving me so much, 

Through...

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My son has broken mouth- confused creature carrying questions on his palm
Wherever he goes, he drops them on anybody’s face

He asked me; Dad, why is...

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I am a kettle made of stainless steel
I am a saint,  for tea  is brewed to heal
And , unlike kettles on an old...

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Rain made no apologies to sun
as it satiated a whetted appetite,
opined it was the right of nature
unconditionally given dispensation
by Mother Earth's nurturing favor
of life-giving creative...

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Mumbo gumbo's

blind faith

deepening cynicism

in metaphorical

meaninglessness

of judicious social

twaddle's protocol,

they ask, “have you

found Jesus yet??”

'I hadn't a figgy scooby doo

he was lost...'

nothing happens

for a reason

aside from the...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
...

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