Long Whee Poems

(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above...

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Poems about Children VI

Playmates
by Michael R. Burch

WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours,
we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days
were uncomprehended . . . far, far...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE III

The Humpback
by Michael R. Burch

The humpback is a gullet
equipped with snarky fins.
It has a winning smile:
and when it SMILES, it wins
as miles and miles of herring
excite its fearsome grins.
So beware,...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part II

The Locker
by Michael R. Burch

All the dull hollow clamor has died
and what was contained,
removed,
reproved
adulation or sentiment,
left with the pungent darkness
as remembered as the sudden...

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Silent lake secrets of a summer’s evening
Beyond meadow’s grasses, rustled in bits of expectation
Light sparkle of reflected diamonds dance on shimmery pond 
Cool clear waters delighting the heart of Sister Raccoon and Brother Opossum

Devoted forest...

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Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients

Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health...

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Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature 
immortal,
for there we are.

Again, and again,
we do sojourn.

I am yes... so 
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.

There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a...

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Just a garden variety generic wordsmith 
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma, 
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a...

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Ask is love blind, or deaf or dumb, still kind.
At eleven, what hypnotizes me -
Imagining perfect, like braids entwined,
His eyes always on mine; and all is glee.
Wide smile on screen, his star-studded jumpsuit.
Sings puppy love,...

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(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee 
and pull lightly gag.)

September third tooth house sand
     and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
   ...

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Boot juiced abiding
     by ruff dogma, with joie
de vivre, which oft times witnesses
     me being a decoy
occasionally feigning
     tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!

Life in...

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While Up And Adrift In Cloud 9...

Reprieve from damp,
     and rainy, or sultry weather,
     I schlepped a
     light weight Shaker
made folding chair
 ...

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Not a professional contest-enterer, because I am not paid, but whee…
I have entered a bunch of contests, -actually six thousand and three.
This is a numbers game, I delight in the variety of ideas they give...

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Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up 
with poetic shampoo

so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When...

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(earlier this January 18th, 2019 belatedly
to acknowledge my LX birthday.)

Mine eldest sister
as I continue in the circle game
of life, (ye dear Amelie
McGeehan) darling dame
a modestly lofty poem I aim
to dash off (while riding away
high in...

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My home is my refuge, my castle wiggly whee wiggly woo.
I love being here the best with my cat and doggies of two.
My husband thinks it is his place, he is a lion in this...

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Whee was a girl of sixteen, on the run.
Life as she knew it was truly no fun.
Dad had died when she was a toddler, not three.
Mom was usually passed out in room for one.

The checks...

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Whee was a girl of sixteen, on the run.
Life as she knew it was truly no fun.
Dad had died when she was a toddler, not three.
Mom was usually passed out in room for one.

The checks...

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I’m heading for Vegas on the bus.
My cash is pinned on me real tight.
The AC’s down and it’s stuffy in here,
But I’ll have a nice cool room tonight

Only I won’t be in it -- I’ll...

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Rainbow Saturn had heard of the exodus and wanted to see 
So she crept along the skyline, and took a peek, and yelled a whoopee whee!
There were cars and trucks a plenty, she told me...

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The first few days of school the staff in our elementary building have introductory days
Before the cherubic, well-behaved, respectful darlings arrive.
This year we are doing something amazing. We are doing our three days
In the summer,...

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Dancer 2, kitty, whee, loveshower, pink, drums, if this makes sense 
you might be also posting poetry on a different poetry site.
I discovered it about five weeks ago, and the most amusing part to me
is...

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Receptive to the pulse of quiet vibration
Quiet, my closest companion sensation
I go down into my silent garden location
Calm and darksitting in isolation

Silence softly speaks to me
Solaces, grasps, I personally with glee
Within the light of the...

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Don't come around.Stay away from my door.
Don't come around.I don't want you no more.
Don't come around.I have made a decision.
My love's extinct like the passenger pigeon.

Don't send me letters because I'll just trash them.
Don't send...

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My grandparents would simply be blown away 
If they could see the inventions of today.

My grandmothers did not live to see colored TV
Computers, I-pads, I-phones.  Whee!

Stuff today would bamboozle them good.
Boggle their minds as...

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