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My wish is for you to understand
That value in your life
That at the end of every achievement
You have found the way out
Don't give up anymore
My wish is to serve you
Whatever it costs me
To help you in your labors
Beautiful, ardent woman.
My wish is to love you
Because you deserve it
Faithful, friend, fighter
You have far surpassed me.
My wish is to never leave you
Never again, beloved woman
You stir me with your caresses
You sweeten my whole life.
How could I not love you, mother
The mother of my children
Queen of perfect creation
From my rib you came
You are worthy of my praise
Because there is no evil in you
You always walk correctly
With justice and equity.
How much I long to have you
For all eternity.
You are our weakness
Our reason for being
Root of existence
How could I not adore you, woman.
I bless you today, my love.
You are a princess.
That beauty you bring
is what interests me most.
Respect the dreams are given
the midnight and the blue
Respect the dreams are given
deciding what is new
Respect can lead a home to love
Repect can train a child
Respect can build you up in life
and turn your love life wild
With words and deeds you gain respect
With words and deeds it's lost
King have lost their nation
without these dreams respect
With wars the kings have gone to fight
with tax the rising costs
with poverty at home come's pain
Increasing then resentments flame
As peasants feel the hunger
as noble feel the wrath
The king then has a kingdom
that turns and then attacks
Respect is earned not taken
you can not gain by force
respect is earned not taken
improving live of course
Respect the king of kings my friend
respect is king of kings
Respect can rule a nation
or bring it to it's knees
Respect can fill your home with love
respect can win you growing love
Respect can teach your family
life can be a breeze
Epigrams II
Sex Hex
by Michael R. Burch
Love's full of cute paradoxes
(and highly acute poxes).
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Midnight Stairclimber
by Michael R. Burch
Procreation
is at first great sweaty recreation,
then—long, long after the sex dies—
the source of endless exercise.
***
The One True Poem
by Michael R. Burch
Love was not meaningless ...
nor your embrace, nor your kiss.
And though every god proved a phantom,
still you were divine to your last dying atom ...
So that when you are gone
and, yea, not a word remains of this poem,
even so,
We were One.
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The Poem of Poems
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
This is my Poem of Poems, for you.
Every word ineluctably true:
I love you.
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Here and Hereafter
by Michael R. Burch
Life’s saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ...
wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.
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Meal Deal
by Michael R. Burch
Love is a splendid ideal
(at least till it costs us a meal).
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Vice Grip
There’s no need to rant about Al-Qaeda and ISIS.
The cruelty of “civilization” suffices:
our ordinary vices.
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Piecemeal
by Michael R. Burch
And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
***
The Whole of Wit
by Michael R. Burch
for Richard Moore
If brevity is the soul of wit
then brevity and levity
are the whole of it.
***
Redefinitions
Faith: falling into the same old claptrap.—Michael R. Burch
Religion: the ties that blind.—Michael R. Burch
Baseball: lots of spittin’ mixed with some hittin’.—Michael R. Burch
Trickle down economics: an especially pungent golden shower.—Michael R. Burch
Poetry: the art of finding the right word at the right time.—Michael R. Burch
What I live for today
& what made me pass yesterday,
what brings me back each time
from a world where I'm mistaken,
what costs the least per day
yet stabilises my inner self,
A thread of Hope does save
me from a vulnerable state
What makes me choose my passion
over being a part of a general trend,
what keeps up my learning spirit
if I miss to win at the end,
what makes me judge less
and encourage a little more,
it's for that little Hope
involuntarily within me
What gets me back on my feet
no matter how hard I fall,
What makes me smile and appreciate
even if times are adverse,
what keeps me curious for tomorrow
irrespective of what's in store today,
I am truly grateful for that Hope
for no matter the time, it's always there....
He dreamed he could fly on gossamer wings,
and understands now why the sparrow sings.
It all seemed so real he never thought twice,
that a joy like that would come with a price.
He thought to himself I'm living the dream,
but what are the costs that are left unseen?
Could the butterfly be dreaming of me,
or somebody else dreaming all three?
People walk around as if they were blind,
to refuse to see is the darkest kind!
Others wear glasses the color of rose,
and refuse to see in front of their nose.
Then there are a few that you can't believe,
who can make magic nothing up their sleeve.
The world is yours take it in your hand,
every empire will turn back to sand.
Every emperor that has been so far,
is now just a name they gave to a star.
This place they call Earth is a mystery,
so live your dreams and let your soul run free!
date:10/10/19
contest:Living The Dream
sponsor:Line Gautier
I surmise yours truly i.e. me
a slacker boomer - ye,
whereby repose finds me
face buried in pillow free
and clear of Earthly worry
mainly, namely, particularly...
lack of legal tender re: money
woeful bane, yes unarguably
legitimate casus belli key
ping mental state agonizingly
able, eager, and ready to re
sign livingsocial or alone thee,
major source of acrimony
sea ying boatloads sunk
gone (courtesy maintenance
costs 2009 Hyundai Sonata), one she
tee chitty chitty bang bang bee
cause original parts conking out - see
maddeningly, practically, simultaneously
within weeks and months invariably
major component, a doggone conspiracy,
methinks maybe climate change, or possibly
Jewish ancestor condemned during
to death (think, yea even say) auto de fe,
where subsequent generations automatically
branded convicted heretics sentenced
and executed, plus any accouterments wheely
rendering twenty first century western
civilization and concomitant car rears je
ne sais quoi necessary not simply cree
chore comfortant, which upkeeping de
creed red hot poker faced anger - be
getting sudden impulse where
tightly balling fists punch thighs
vocalizing with primal screaming - ye
probably heard - hmm maybe
being stone cold dead to the world
not such a worse fate after all - si?
Child killers
Sexual abuses
A wife beaten to a pulp
Becuase her husband was drunk
Someone's Grandmother
Robbed to provide a junkies fix
A war vetran
Conned out of his life savings
So he can't even pay for his own funeral costs
A charity coin collection box
A local shop dedicated to fundraising
For the perpetrators of said crimes
Should by the following rules abide
Let the punishment fit the crime
An eye for an eye
A life for a life
A bruise for a break
And a stake to drive through where there heart should be
Back to do the Devil's calling
Buried alive in hell
Wishing a truer vision of self
expression that breaks the mold of concealment
to face the costs of starkly truthful
to restore confidence chipped, eroded
to drain a bog of self doubt reason
Resolved the splattered mess of sham posing ends
my muffled cry, "Do it now"
Kick start a rush that fills one's veins
voicing faith that needs unearthing
breaking fragments of hibernation
Something happens
we lose our way
tightly wound plans fray
Agitated self hits the pause button
pandemic lethal from variants brutal
Sign around my neck: "Do Not Disturb
Self Improvement on Hiatus"
Poem composed: January 29, 2021 (revised April 12th)
To trump, MAGA dreams depend on tariff,
The math adds up or not, nor yet what if,
A tree’s just tree to him,
Minutiae, mental gym
To him, more than enough is mere fig leaf.
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Happenings | 18.08.2025 | humour, USA
Note: It’s just beyond Trump to understand that if high tariffs make it tough for the exporters, it also makes it so for the importers and the domestic consumers to whom they add to costs and inflation which is already on the rise. Yet, his focus is on the added revenue, not on the truth that this revenue would not enable domestic production and employment, American costs being too high.
Prince William was so sick of being told
He’s receding and is now going bald
So he called in the royal hairdresser
To see if he could ease the heir pressure
He gave him a brand new hairstyle
This ‘buzzcut’ would be so worthwhile
His hairdresser is very highbrow
But his fees have raised an eyebrow
William’s head looks like its been shaved
Oh how the press stories have raved
£180 pounds is what we’ve been told
It’s so costly to look like you’re bald!
The cost Prince William has now denied
It wouldn’t be the first time the press have lied!
One day William will be ‘heir apparent’
And cutting costs will be more transparent
When William’s crowned then we could sing
With altered words to God shave the king!
Based on a story in the press over the cost of Prince William’s news haircut
01/20/18