Long Wino Poems

'Twas the night before the New Year. Gawd! All the beer had gone dry
Not a house or a tavern could renew our supply.
Was I too drunk to recall if what followed was fact?
While we drunks...

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Animal Poems II

These are poems about animals, limericks and other forms of doggerel.



Ballade of the Bicameral Camel
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a camel who loved to hump.
Please get your lewd minds out of their...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE VI

On the Horns of a Dilemma (I)
by Michael R. Burch

Love has become preposterous
for the over-endowed rhinoceros:
when he meets the right miss
how the hell can he kiss
when his horn deforms her...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch

Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of his prowess, but lied.
To his new wife he sighed,
“When again, gentle bride?”
“Nevermore!” bright-eyed Raven replied.



The...

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THE BOW LEG-GED GIRL
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in...

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THE BOW LEGGED GIRL
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in...

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"The Mallard" and other Animal Limericks

The Mallard
by Michael R. Burch

The mallard is a fellow
whose lips are long and yellow
with which he, honking, kisses
his bawdy, boisterous mistress;
my pond's their loud bordello!



On the Horns of a Dilemma...

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Setting Yourself Free

Searching exhaustively for the truth in everything one is taught by others.
Extensively evaluating all things in order to find which path to take.
Thoroughly questioning anything that one is informed by anyone, instead of...

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A world that’s filled with anger,
corruption, hate, and poverty,
sometimes in the midst of this
there is one heart warming story.
It’s usually where there’s sadness,
and when the weather’s bitter cold,
where some poor soul is struggling.
and where the...

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Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy 
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic 
Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
Spicy Shiitake broth smelling...

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We’re in a “new” trendy neighborhood called Cascade Heights, in Atlanta. It’s lush - hydrangea, musk rose, hoya and blue false indigo are in bloom and there are greens of every possible variation. 

The sky...

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MY BOW LEGGED 60's GIRL
    Lyons, Kansas, 1969
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all...

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Chicken Little ( by Myself and Shukura Porter)

A crackhead stands out on the corner holding a torn Bible...claiming he has found religion...still very much in the midst of his own addiction ...a "wino" sleeps in...

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The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of...

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nature's way of saying
I love what you do with your tongue
mom used to lick her hanky 
to clean my face I want to kill her
aided by my only allies
the hobo armies of doom
resulted in a...

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World gone mad

Shots are fired, young kids expired
Schools are closed, no educators hired
Diseases spread, haven't you read
Land mines sown, too scared to tread
Where will it end, this world gone mad

The seas a mess, plastic detest
Clean...

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Repeal Day

In terms of holidays, it’s not in the same league as Christmas and New Year’s Day.  Still, anyone who enjoys a cold beer ought to raise a glass in honor of Repeal Day....

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The politically correct nonsense of today is so very absurd!
The language of my native land has become so terribly blurred,
By those who devote themselves to concocting such inane idiom.
Such prattle is as puzzling to me...

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He drifted into town one day.
We didn't ask his name
Or where he came from.
(Some guessed way up north.)
They called him Chico the Wino.

We didn't muse or ponder
That he was some mother's son --
Jack or Joe...

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BUT   ESPECIALLY   EAST   LANSING


Cell phone with a woodywoodpecker ringtone;
Russian style  of guitar-playing with strummed beats;
Regina-Saskatoon red-eye with “collapsible” seats;
Getting a ticket for 2 minutes in a Lansing no-parking...

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the sharpest crack 
from the boxers jaw,
a symbol of prosperity
to those who place reality in syntax

		(mediocre vulgarity)

a stick of shaken veins gripped 
firmly in my owners hand
waiting,
panting,
prisms of red, purple, amethyst
expressions grown in the autumn...

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Passionate

Preferring to accomplish one’s goal instead of listening to the pessimistic angel play
      her harp.
Assertively attracted by the adrenaline rush one feels whenever he has
     ...

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I need a glass of hard drink to brush the teeth,
A jug of wine to complement a wheat bread,
An alcohol to bath all day long,.....
I'm a vagrant...in my mansion street,
No wife to cook for me,sons...

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revised from 2014

He looked like an old antique with leathered skin - creased and tan,
His lips trembled as tried to speak - his words were hard to understand- 
His eyes were a beautiful blue, but...

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Saga of the Lonely Cactus  

Part 2:     A Present from Kieran

by Miriam McCue	


A present from Kieran came one day,
To Aunt Mikey in Alphabet City, so far away.
It was a cactus...

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