Time Money Poems

Reservations for the VIP lounge in Menteri
spend some time wiff my gal
she asked me how I was doing
I answered her very well
packed my rags and...

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As hobbies go, collecting collectibles                    ...

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These are villanelles by Michael R. Burch and and villanelle-like poems...


Villanelle: Trump’s Retribution Resolution
by Michael R. Burch

My New Year’s resolution?
I require your money and votes,
for...

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In shadowed halls, I've followed the quiet threads of power,  
Charting each muffled cry, its subtle sway in time, 
Silently navigating the veiled histories held in...

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In the ‘some’ of a number, a zero gets lost.
In the idea of ‘some’, values turn frost.

In equating ‘some’ with ‘some’ of the few,
A territory...

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Trump Poems and Epigrams VI


Trump’s Retribution Resolution
by Michael R. Burch

My New Year’s resolution?
I require your money and votes,
for you are my retribution.

May I offer you...

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“Are diamond really a girl’s best friend?”   


Ruby’s are for your slippers  
In a date with a dash to dare 
Diamonds have...

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You can’t take it with you
After you’re gone
You can’t take it, nor
Can you take a song
You can’t take a maybe
Nor a bowl of gravy
But it...

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Some people


Some people are so poor all they have is money.
Some people see all the doors and still they choose the wrong one.
It’s tragic, not...

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Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck nine,
It was past the deadline!
He missed an interview,
the job fell through.
He fell sadly to his...

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In the currency of life, a truth unfolds,
Time, more precious than silver or gold.
It slips through fingers, a subtle stream,
A treasure beyond what money may...

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I watched the Super Bowl, of course,
And made it ‘til the end.
The game was great, although
I’m not a fan and won’t pretend.

The show’s commercials usually
Are...

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Picture yourself in your state, as a giver 
Seeing some of your green, saying- "good-bye" 
The government calls- you answer quite slowly 
Tax collectors coming,...

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 Still living 'bove ground
   inside a box, outskirts of town
 Begged every day, helped him pay
   for coffee,...

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See them crawling all over the ceiling
Pointing their slender anther in the air,
Their bugling eyes covered in a pound of flesh 
Waiting to plunge to...

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