Long Rubs Poems

Agony be to society's demise
Labels are for fools, not for the wise
Play the familiar tune of in-unison serenity 
Fatality won't come any time soon, thankfully...

Homeless people were on the news not to long ago...I weep...

Read More

SELF REFLECTIONS

These are poems about mirrors, images, self-image, reflections, impressions and self-reflection. 

Self Reflection
by Michael R. Burch 

for anyone struggling with self-image

She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm ...
but she's grossly...

Read More

Poems about Poems VI

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood?
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The...

Read More

Enough!
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that I don’t want to die;
I shall be glad to go.
Enough of diabetes pie,
and eating sickly crow!
Enough of win and place and show.
Enough of endless woe!

Enough of suffering and vice!
I’ve...

Read More

The problem with trying to prove clairaudience, clairsentince, out-of-body, and Near Death Experiences to a Mudblood is not as simple
as it could have been.
Is it because Para-science is totally unsubstantiated?
Not in MY family.
Scientifically un-sound?
Sure, by...

Read More

The Good Girl

Penny has always been a good girl, now she is a good wife. She lives in a good neighborhood, drives a nice car, has two perfect children. Her husband is a doctor and...

Read More

Quote By Poet: "Some pets are people in fur coats"

 
I had a calling,                     ...

Read More

Out with his boys drinking, feeling rowdy
Special occasion
Rolling the way they do
His lover is not with them
She stayed in for the night
He misses her company
But enjoys his time with the guys
He'll swing by later

A local...

Read More

Why is ANYone surprised by this violence?!?
Our icons, and heroes, and mentors, and 
Example-setters, many of them with visibility
And fame given to them ONLY by the money

WE give them to perform, play, or ply their
Craft,...

Read More

(21st century pearly white prosthetics,
restored jaw bar wah key) 

Aye noel hunger bristle,
and when false teeth soak at night 
     in tandem with stubby facial gristle
har reckon noah kisses
 
 ...

Read More

The loneliest that lurks within her soul twinkles in her eyes like a meteor coming into the atmosphere. The first impression of her is a glimpse of happiness, she smiles widely and is very polite....

Read More

I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the mirror has become the worst
Cause I gotta look at this...

Read More

He’s just a dog, a mongrel pup that fitted in me hand,
short haired, tan and white, with needs of high demand,
he’s whingy and he’s whiny, I s’pose he misses Mum,
but now his Mum and Dad...

Read More

He comes to his father holding his pet,
“Something’s wrong with Beano, he needs a vet!”

The Father looks down and seeing the frog,
Struggles with words to explain to the sprog.

So he takes a deep breath and...

Read More

Be truthful, supposing you were I,
Would you have not snub the thigh?
Opened its teaching; closed one eye
Move swiftly so shy
Rest weather to rely
Not on heart contemplating to comply
The weird moment fitting body's sigh.

How then after...

Read More

His thick-soled hiking shoes
tread too loudly
to celebrate time's homing invitation
to hear and see, 
feel and smell resonantly hidden diversity
within Spirit's wooded ridge.

He stops to break from sacrilegious pounding
plodding echoes
reverberating through ears attuned for inside voices,
languaged...

Read More

____________________________________________________________

It 
is the
persona 
naught 
beseech 
favors from
those four
elements
Earth, Wind,
Water, and Fire
for the restoration
of life or to maintain
said life through merely
to being Native American
tribes symbolize Zinnias as
patience and resilience,
linking nature with
human
perseverance.

time to hunt ... to fish
survive...

Read More

Pity Clarity
by Michael R. Burch

Pity Clarity,
and, if you should find her,
release her from the tangled webs
of dusty verse that bind her.

And as for Brevity,
once the soul of wit—
she feels the gravity
of ironic chains and massive...

Read More

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mixed Poetry Contest

          My choice crafts 
                   ...

Read More

I never knew that Stonehenge refers to hanging gallows


While solstice gives solace as the sun dial moves forth

Many years of mysteries immortalized for sacred worship

	Blue Stones transported from Pembrokeshire

	For a giant Cromlech by magic or...

Read More

So much on my mind
And I find
Nothing is ever as it seems
The end of dreams
Having hard times
So again I turn to my rhymes
My brother and his crimes
He did so many years
Shed a lot of tears
He...

Read More

The first time I ever, ever fell in love was my ride on a bus
She was so small with blond hair, and blue eyes, I smiled
She let me sit right beside her because I was...

Read More

I've spent so much time trying to write a good poem, that I've ignored the possibility of
BAD POETRY.

Bad poetry,
the soul speaks in cat-whispers,
I meow one back,
The garden bleeds living colour,
I sprout something too, words,
and if...

Read More

It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode

You pretend it isn’t there
But now and again it shows
In what you say
In what you write
The sarcasm hidden under...

Read More

I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high,
Sweaty brows drip, a dry.
surf boarders and  dipper are so many,
dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny.

red vested lifeguards always on their toes,
A breath of...

Read More