Long Lolita Poems

Vampire Poetry

Pale Though Her Eyes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Pale though her eyes,
her lips are scarlet
from drinking of blood,
this child, this harlot
 
born of the night
and her heart, of darkness,
evil incarnate
to dance so reckless,
 
dreaming of...

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The Quality of Mercy.
A mouse doesn't ask for mercy from a cat. It can't meow the syllables.
Though its stomach is full, the cat,being unacqainted with mercy, 
will toy with a mouse. 
Does the tiny heart...

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Feathers sparkled lustrous leaves
crowded in a blisterful branch
glazed pink lusted sprinkling waves
smothered a idyllic luxury
Blizzard armies of service
strategically polished in sparkling
sparkle polish 
for a whispered gloria 
held sacredly 
Born in lacy recklessness 
with scarlet lolita...

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“Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” – William Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen

Sweet Rose, for ages you have blessed the human race
with your beauty, elegance and grace.
You show yourself to us in so...

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Her Cheekbones, smooth as  pebbles 
Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately
Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived
Weighing like soaked white carpets
Beneath flea market stands
She Is Beautiful, she is...

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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...

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Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet,...

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Lolita woke up in a sweat. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry. The pain in her face and heart was excruciatingly bad. Lolita grabbed hold the bed, and rocked...

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Music comforts the soul, cures that restless spirit.
       Some songs will make you crank up the volume so everyone can hear it....
Music can alter moods, and talk to you.
...

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The Private caressed his balls out of action during the short ceasefire

the Army had scanned him for testosterone because they needed a killer

He bit into a Milky Way as he cradled his crotch to get...

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He didn't mind other people laughing at him,
made it that much easier to poke fun at them
Talk about how they look,
imitate how they talk
Zing the nerds carrying their school books,
tease the girls about their Lolita...

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This is always a very very difficult time of year for me. I get so dang depressed,
and yes the majority of that pain comes from being incarcerated.  It is a very lonely place. ...

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Versus me 
(chilling as an outsize ego freezer)
profusely perspiring 
and heavily panting
experiencing one after another 
stuff whet dreams are made
frolicking in autumn mist
(think Maxfield Parrish painting)
while skirt chasing
and playfully tackling,
a gamesome gamine with verve
mercilessly coquettish...

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He told me love was like a hoagie sandwich
He said, “You start with the bread.
It has to be the perfect bread because it is you and it is what you know you like
You add some...

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A true story:

Boarded our boat, four of us — one was Gilligan. Map in hand, did we understand?  Enough to sail to the jewelry store! Ahh...a ceramic necklace and matching earrings ~ black and...

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I know now that my life was meant to be intertwined with yours
Whether in the past, the present, or the future does not matter
We were meant to be together
In spirit our souls are connected 
Calling...

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Nirvana awaits dada dear
thine paternal parent,
who helped sire yours truly,
a widower these
last fourteen plus years,
he laments absence,

and sorely misses presence
regarding scatterbrain spouse,
single word description,
he would readily concur
appellation linkedin with
bubbly headed just legal bride

born November thirteenth
ninety...

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The tears burn my skin as they stream down my face
Dripping slowly to the floor
Crashing and shattering on impact
Just as the many pieces of my broken heart have done
You betrayed all of us
It did not...

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Frames of navy night sky sparkle, her glasses
        Reminisce on stricter times, nineteen forty eight
        A generation before Jimmy Hendrix liberation
...

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His words like razors cut my spirit and left me lonely
Lost in his falsities and scarred by his broken promises
Afraid of the immoralities that occupied his mind
I strayed from my own beliefs, facing head on...

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Standing outside of myself
Looking inward
I did not like what I had become
Weak and shriveled by poverty
Smaller in faith and love
I walked in the shadows of the next sin 
In the darkness of disgrace
Giving all of...

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Once upon a time, there was a boy called Tyler playing with his soccer ball. He was a ten years old boy with black hair and green eyes.  Every afternoon, Tyler played with his...

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I long to soar with the eagle 
To fly uninhibited about the earth
Looking down onto the mountains 
Admiring their rocky faces
To feel the clouds brush over me 
While having the wind streamline down my back
To...

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A chill in the breeze that brushes my soul
The smell of lavender as it tickles my nose

As a whisper in the trees calls out my name 
Large boulders standing freely they burden no shame

I run...

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