Milo Poems - Poems about Milo

Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds. Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar, hopes for the rhythm to wrench free from her toller— copes with the captivity...

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Show me, Milo, your love and wonders By Michelle Morris 14/09/2024 You turn and look back at me With your chocolate brown eyes Asking the silent question Can we go on this path for a while? I let you lead the way each time Because I know that you are sure Thank you for exploring it with me This lush...

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What do you reckon Venus of Milos was doing when she was fully limbed? Was she thinking Deep thoughts Holding the apple Measuring the gravity Of her life? Was she, like Aphrodite, Poised with a shield About to march off Into a battle Confidence writ on her face? Was she a Muse Putting on her work...

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I adopted a cat around Thanksgiving He was the sweetest thing in the beginning To my surprise He’s in disguise With The Joker kitty I am now living This balmy yuletide season Milo despised My silver tinseled Christmas tree he demised Never expressing gratitude A clawing catty attitude ...

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One day, Myopic Milo; went slithering across the street; and met with some misfortune; as a car, he tried to greet. It really sent him flying; that half-blind, water snake; so to a chiropractor; a visit he would make. Into Dr. Juneau’s office; his kinked-up body crawled; the receptionist took one look at him; she screamed and...

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Cigarettes and milo A sweet art work combined Milky and soft loving and willing united Is it lasting like a packet of frizzies Dancing under the stars in between cards Laughter echoing Laughter that was lost So now i look at frizzies and milo Hoping laughter echo in the stars forevermore...

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Their one lone cow has broken down the fence; we see her trundling down the dusty lane. Milo's mind remembers 'bout the milking. Dad's face, a fiery-red, storms from the shed where feisty kittens spat and sparred o'er cream. Milo's feet meander back to the scene as words of fire enflame dad's bulging neck. "You'll wear the shoes that spooked the...

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Oh, you’re a club-tie glad-hand social climber If e'er there were one, Milo Minderbinder A meticulous craft, your quest for domination Your smile so bowed, so proud of your lofty station Your well-known carnival of carnal knowledge A cornucopia of knowing carnage The next home remodel, a newer, younger model stole into your wine cellar, then uncorked the bottle The old ball and...

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Set in stone I might be As jewel Her, Aphrodite Eyes, but who Inward stare Upon pure nude Venus de Milo Cold cold marbel Questionable masterpiece Or warm warm rains Crying towards Greece However shall beauty Reach out to thee To worlds passed Time has never pleased But, by any other name I am woman; figurine Upon others pedestals I am thee...

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Venus de Milo sought high and low for her arms akimbo. Long ago I offered to look too for those two lost ampu- tated limbs, but naught said that bimbo....

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Milo and Me raised by Mom and Dad, in that small mountain town- A little more than 66 miles from Albany. Dad and Mom faithfully provided their best for Milo and Me. Yes-it would have been better if we had been sustained- by some rich family. Most things that happened on that street have NEVER been spoken of- by Milo and...

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Milo and Me- Born well-timed fore-teen mouths from Me. In an unknown town, in New York somewhere north of Albany. Known to the Native American-as Wings Falls- In their time-so it seemed. Known as Milo to only a few--but to Me, my Brother-Best Friend! But- It’s my assumption GOD had other intentions- for Milo and Me. We lived and were reared...

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