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To market to market to buy a fat hog, Oops a mistake has been made
it's to purchase an oven fired loaf of freshly cooked bread
How was it cooked and how was it sold
give me some quick I want to be fed
At two in the morning
the cook did arise
Rubbing the sleep
from both of his eyes
Put wood in the oven and set it alight
in roughly three hours, sour dough bread will be cooked
Soon to be eaten
with joyous delight
The warmth of fresh loaves
aroma arising
Shoppers are eager
need no enticing
Twenty four loaves
in total produced
No ads required , a total sell out all of the sales
have been self induced
To market to market again
this time to buy a bee hotel
Oops we're tee- totallers
so we give them the name of bee motel
Australia is host for
the most species of native bees
One thousand nine hundred
more than any country far overseas
These motels provide a haunt
for adults where it's eggs that they lay
Seal the holes with resin , leaves or mud
then they are off, get clean away
Some months do elapse
for the larva to hatch out
You'll see them in daylight, when transformed as an adult
Pollinating flowers
as they're flying about
Procreation continues
the holes filled once more
It's so amazing all the wonders
planet earth keeps in store
Footnote Tee-totaller A person who abstains from alcohol
Moby Dick, geometry, physics.
Study every subject everyday.
Homework is an indicator of future success.
Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps.
Freedom is to formulate your own definition of success.
Happiness is an imaginary tree, its own reward, and a fact.
Facts and fiction may be memorialized in memos or found in dreams.
The story starts thus: Each summer the honeysuckles and the
huckleberries . . .
The web is that extra brain we've all been dreaming of having.
Like jumping 4 meters or flying without a plane.
To fly like that must one first have homework?
Some say yes, some say don't. It depends on how you vote.
Happiness is what happens when everything that happens
Fits the time perfectly and it's all out of your hands.
Not exactly. You don't let go of the steering wheel while driving fast in
the passing lane.
You look left and right and check your blind spots.
Homework is an introduction to everything you're not
And all you do not know. It's supposed to help you learn to know where
you want to go before going where you have to go.
Otherwise you end up on Ulzana's raid
Bleeding, without a bandaid.
All the achievement in the world won't relieve your loneliness
Or satisfy your sexual longing. What girls are like behind their eyes.
Survival, procreation. That's all there is to love.
But the loved one is the one who can be trusted with your life.
Whether Christ or your wife. The Muslim moms.
On my walk in the woods I come to a sitting spot
Above a small gorge cut by a stream through hemlocks.
Here someone has left a statuette of the Buddha and the flags you see
Flapping in the wind at sky funerals.
This is a pretty good place to sit quietly and think about homework.
Designed to be odvious
Which slender finds thee
Might love
Our love
With it's endorsing steadfastness
Echo though every genre
In only these words
Embodied in these words
Speak me as your
and let it's fashion
Repell the ways of a
Mean spotted world
Let our togetherness
Make evil of all those in
Their opposition to us as
Lovers
In the spirit of love
Procreation
Togetherness
en chore
and
Obligation
Mindfully readiness
Then might
a ring be the symbol
Of love
Endoctrinated
Recognized
Respected
And
Envied
Life is all about choices we make
Mother Nature bestows its award
Upon souls who endeavored and scored
Them who act to extend one’s bloodline
Those making the choice wise 'n fine
Mother whispers to no human ear
Doesn’t care if straight you’re or q-eer
Wouldn’t judge you on height or IQ
Eyes or skin of yours color or hue
You define what occurs to your kin
In a toss, it’s a loss or a win
Nature chains events as they come
Join the rush with obscure outcome
Procreation is intricate lace
It applies to the whole human race
Those women and men finding love
Bear kids, with Mom’s blessing, above
Better chances with looks and the brain
Mother offers payoff if you’re sane
Good behavior matters a lot
It defines how tight be the knot
Don’t reject future partners whole
That conduct loudly speaks of a-hole
Girls, no fear upon tribe of men
Curse them not as they come to you when
Swipe 'em left, every man is annoyance
Ah, delusion, disdain and flamboyance
While setting the plank way too high
For a "marriage material" guy
It’s “me too”, pent-up anger and zeal
Men sense danger that’s terribly real
Babes can put you away, a long time
Finding love mustn’t be treated as crime
Do away with dividing doctrine
Feminism belongs in latrine
Independent and rich, but alone
There’s no passing of perfect genome
Nature-mom shall cast smile upon you
For an ace from the deck that you drew
Have good life to enjoy, not survive
And may line of yours grow and thrive
June 8, 2025
Epigrams II
Sex Hex
by Michael R. Burch
Love's full of cute paradoxes
(and highly acute poxes).
***
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.
***
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.
***
Here and Hereafter
by Michael R. Burch
Life’s saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ...
wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.
***
Meal Deal
by Michael R. Burch
Love is a splendid ideal
(at least till it costs us a meal).
***
Vice Grip
There’s no need to rant about Al-Qaeda and ISIS.
The cruelty of “civilization” suffices:
our ordinary vices.
***
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
"Super credence...!"
Coming from the west,
Known by many;very popular and people's figure,
Qualified with soft speech,modified with prominent smile,
Dressed with simplicity,but very focal,
The complexion is matched to brilliance,
Lifted up in air was the nose;catching public attention,
Perfumed with premium lavender diffused from the skin into clothing,
"Preemptively ushered",someone said,
Fashioned with tanned pelt around the bust,...kente from the waist,covering to the knees,
Beads and cowries all over the neck,...as well as ears,arms and feets,
Head covered with scuff,
Carrying a pot of water,
Traditionally attributed to firmness and greatness,
Moulded with superintendent qualities;staunch and wisely modulated,
Possess melodious voice;Seductively enriched,
A marital object for procreation and generational changing,
Talented to dance,subbed to singing,
Colourful in appearance,
Useful creature among equals,
Warrior for true love,...even though life is full of irony,
Taste her food,and come for more,
Culturally valued and highlighted,
"Where does she come from?",
Goddesses over waters applauds her magnificence,
Monumentally, she is the mother of world actors and heroines,
Spreader of democracy and patience;Incomparably agitated,
"Tell me...who's this proficient person?",
That is the legend of years;an indigenous superstar,
Proudly known as,"MAMA AFRICA",
"The jewelry everyone is digging for".
F First there was the word after the big bang
E Entirely clear from a poet’s vision’s command
R Reaped one single apple or was it a date
A Angels applauded the message and cherubs
L Lusted for more trust and longing thrust they evolved
F Finn and Fiona tempted the snake and entered
A Another world made from heaven’s delight
N Nubile naked and noble the temptress answered
T The masculine call was seduced herself by feral
A Adduction of wild pleasure and headed the call
S Slowly increasing the pace as time stood still
I Ignited the two fell from grace into untamed oblivion
E Enshrined in feral worldliness they forth-fully multiplied
S Senses’ union as they aroused sheathed nature from procreation
06th August 2018
We celebrate the birth of a baby
offering love and congratulations.
And welcome a new life into the world
fueled by a parent's expectations.
The birth of an offspring is momentous
for immortality is achieved thus.
Only they can carry our genes forward
ensuring that death cannot erase us.
As the beneficiary of our genes
we get incorporated into theirs.
And although mortality can never
achieve forever, they're our backstairs.
Every link before us and thereafter
gets forged into a genetic chain.
For through procreation we can ensure
that throughout time our presence will remain.
(Quatrain)
05,28,2019
The facts of life, O birds and bees,
how getting aroused, can trigger a sneeze,
Weird as it seems, science explains,
this behavior’s no contagious disease,
Apparently nasal erectile tissue,
caused this quirk during evolution,
Was used to discern erotic pheromones,
isn’t that a nice upstanding resolution,
Autonomic reflex gets overloaded,
in which we have no control,
If you have a secret admirer,
an Achoo! could betray their goal,
Now I’ve opened Pandora’s box,
let the cat out of the bag,
Instead of social distancing,
sneezes might encourage a shack,
This poem has some side effects,
even strange permutations,
God bless you! never be the same again,
could construe carnal allegations,
Strange this evolutionary mixup,
is still embedded in our genes,
Contemporary signals of interest,
usually belay bulging jeans,
I’m going out on a limb here,
for better no definitely worse,
Did we humans in our primeval past,
grunt prelingual dirty words,
So many questions surround,
basic instincts of procreation,
Least of which erogenous zones,
are open to interpretation,
Like whispering sweet nothings,
a turn on, in each other’s ears,
Call out the ex’s name by mistake,
your lusty night might end in tears,
So if dressing up like Snow White,
and think someones getting sleazy,
Take it easy on the small guy,
he may just be acting out sneezy.
By
David Kavanagh
SHE WAS FAITHFUL
All she learned about was
what she thought you wanted,
What she thought you wanted
was tried and applied.
Even yet, you wanted her to
change direction, and to question…
As to know the true way,
she held on faithfully,
to what she thought she ought.
She showed love the way
she was taught.
This was her learned truth;
‘’Was all she knew’’!
She was faithful to what you expected;
Without question or discernment
She proceeded on through
life’s journey in faith.
You being her only teacher.
She aiming totally to please
you in all her ways.
Asking forgiveness, for all sins,
and for the secret kept, she lived.
In a pitiful piety
Grandmothers and mothers
don't tell lies per-say,
they only lived, what they were
taught without questioning.
So, at life’s end:
She hoped she had met you at your point of pleasure.
Because she had been so faithful, and so doggone inexperienced.
Three babies later, never reaching any stimulation
that felt better than her fresh apple, homemade buttery,
vanilla, pound cake /
SILENTLY SHE ASKED herself, AND WONDERED ‘
why GOD NEVER made procreation at least as exciting a her
’Apple Cake’’ …as she slipped out of bed and ate slice number’’3’’.