Long Pocketbook Poems

May  2051

Dear diary I think I'll try for a part
Time job which I just know beyond
Anything I'm gonna hate! So I'll work
It out um. Without a doubt. I just
Don't wanna sit at home to...

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Trump Poems and Epigrams VI

Poets laud Justice’s
high principles.
Trump just gropes
her raw genitals.
—Michael R. Burch



Dark Shroud, Silver Lining
by Michael R. Burch

Trump cares so little for the silly pests
who rise to swarm his rallies that he jests:
“The...

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I pulled the handle,  Just playing for fun, 
But soon became fixated on the excitement it brung
Little did I know, It was the beginning of the end
My addictive passion was playing to win
The flashing...

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His wife left him in intensive care
After saying her last good-bye
She just couldn’t stay with him in there
For the moment he would die

They were married for over thirty years
He wrote lyrics for love songs
Words that...

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 There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the 
self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be...

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The sow beauty queen’s 
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”

Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings

That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy...

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The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.


It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records,
Nor is it...

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Don't promise me or say things that you don't really mean
Don't say that you love me and then start to act obscene
Don't promise me a fairytale, and that I will be your Queen
Don't say...

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See who I ‘am? Don’t you even know who I ‘am? Don’t fake 

like you don’t know me, you’ve seen me Before…I’m sure you 

have. The sisters all be hating on a fine sister like...

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<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
         ...

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God must be sleeping now as the dog dreams

He mumbles help me as he is thrown into the ring

As he is bitten his tears of hope cry

I was happy to run and my mothers paws


God...

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Thanks seems like such a small word when it's suppose to mean so much.
After all with your kindness it was my heart that you touched.
Friends are so easy to come by when everything is happy...

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“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer.	
“Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another.  Huh?		
“Xanax.” Was then offered.						

	While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed.	

“Valium, is inside my pocketbook,							
Unisom, too.  It’s up to you.” said some voice.				

	”Thank...

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Look at the politrick pretty boys
painting the green
on their flypaper sticky lips

Making plenty cold eureka noise
Pluto eyes winking barren Mars tomorrows
Uranus pocketbook sorrow withdrawals

Saturn smiles  ...  Jupiter dead ringers
Little green men talepipe spinning...

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the lonely traveler pauses
to contemplate the road sign
ahead
the decision of deciding
a path
that has no foreseeable ending
just another choice 
to be made and lived
with

like a gambler
the rambler rolls
down a dusty road
continually chasing
the sunset
that lights the cirrus...

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Now who entrusted an ugly octopus
with the pretty plaid pocketbook?

An eight arm six-finger crook
crawling up the vault wall
is such a dirty, filthy lucre look

Those pretty piggy bank pennies
are no-account disappearing
And them buxom chicks bouncy checks
are...

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Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.

Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No, the other one.
No, the other one…with the honeycomb vest.
That singular...

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Amend them errant, wavy ways,
put a cease crease in those idol traditions
Don’t give servile salutes to the droopy god
of billowy doctrines
What price will be paid
for giving homage to carnage superstitions?
Acquiescence of pagan silence ... 
wrapped...

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My Grandma usually had some,
stuffed in her sleeve,
and like a magician pull some out,
when she started to sneeze…
And when I was young,
didn't like to wear a hat,
so Mom would pin some on my head,
can you...

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WE THE WOEFULLY WEAK

We the woefully weak
learn how to walk feather lightly so the floorboards don't squeak
while the moon has clouds to hide behind
we will rob you brashly and blind

while the lights in your house...

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THE WOEFULLY WEAK

We the woefully weak
learn how to walk feather lightly so the floorboards don't squeak
while the moon has clouds to hide behind
we will rob you brashly and blind

while the lights in your house are...

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Sunshine Boy, Sunshine Boy,
Drowning in the rain,
Waiting for the sun to kiss,
Your vaunted gravy train.

Racing for the Hall of Fame,
You found the finish line,
Winning in the wonderment,
Of Thee and Thou and Thine.

Surfing on the Silver...

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On My Eighty Fifth Birthday

Another Birthday…I’m still alive
Never thought that I’d survive
To the ripe old age of Eighty Five!
But here I am…feisty still
Even though I’m over the hill!
Don’t count me out...Don’t ring that bell
I’m still...

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YOU?RE PRETTY BUT DO YOU HAVE ANY CASH


?????.ah, but then there are men like me
Born and birthed by dishonesty 
I  can get in your pocketbook before you can say ?no?
And  then I?m gone...

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