Marvell Poems - Poems about Marvell

...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 c......Read the rest...

...The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide rendezvous It’s when you can’t laugh or cry, and feel......Read the rest...

...Engish poet Andrew Marvell passionate words the erotic did sell In expansive metaphysical conceit the reader so often did meet......Read the rest...

...Light Verse Marvell-Less by Michael R. Burch Mr. Marvell was ill-named? Inform us! Alas, his crude writings deform us: for when trying to bed chaste virgins, he led off with his iron ball......Read the rest...

...In what direction do we speed? A mote of dust, this drifting earth. Scant years of life don’t count. To us only, are they paramount. We are born of family clan. Do we act as best we can? Wor......Read the rest...

...NOVELTIES by Thomas Campion loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Booksellers laud authors for novel editions as pimps praise their whores for exotic positions. This is my tra......Read the rest...

...Limericks VI - Religion Pell-Mell for Hell Mel by Michael R. Burch There once was a Baptist named Mel who condemned all non-Christians to hell. When he stood before God he felt like a clod ......Read the rest...

...Had we but words enough and tact This coyness, master. Were no crime I will like Marvell Use simile to woo your love And wait on you on the wings of time Till your hardened ice becomes water......Read the rest...

...Translation of Eric Mottram’s TWENTYEIGHTH LEGAL (Part One) by T. Wignesan N.B. If any one is interested in reading the continuation of the extracts of letters that Eric Mottram wrote from Ame......Read the rest...

...Gone almost half a millennium ago, Here comes one of your kind; A mind ever ridden by the chariots of Muse And who rest never can find Until he ceases to refuse And empties the weight of pen. ......Read the rest...

...As Sol arises, greets the morn the soon test taker wails, "I'm doomed! If I had only read The Canterbury Tales! Or more of Samuel Collerige, or Wordsworth, Yeats or Shelley, More Medieval or ......Read the rest...