Rose Nonsense Poems

the hapless toad
who croaked a verse
and moved the trees around him

did sway the branches
sway the leaves
at the most profound of meaning

and too did cry 
the...

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Henry VIII
Henry VIII king of England, he had six wives,
Half of which had rather shorter lives.
Three died, two divorced and the last was glad by...

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"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet"*

But would you stop to sniff a rose labeled Stinky Athletes' Feet?!...

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PICKLE PARTY

The pickles were having a party
In the superstore one night.
The manager was home in bed
So they knew they were all right.

It was a singles...

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Cake Mix

On the way home, 
I stopped at the store. 
I bought a cake mix, 
yellow, as they were out of 
chocolate and white. 

Yellow...

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Maid

My maid of honor, 
my best friend, (smile)
help me in the moment, 
help me in the hour, 
help me make it down... 
the great white...

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He plays throughout the house at night 
a braille touch for his lack of sight
and dreams of all the crippled things 
with broken legs and...

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A little mouse am I.
I limp across the field.
The Kitty bit my foot,
But now my toes have healed.

I tried to climb a mountain.
But it was...

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The End of Nothing

I am sitting...
waiting and thinking. 
Really going crazy, 
slowly insane. 
I am at home, 
trapped. (by discretion)

My guy is in the building....

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Wake

What is that noise?
I have heard it before?
In the ramblings...
of my loved ones words? 

I must get up and seek it out.
I rise like the...

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Salvation of a Formalist, an Ode to Entropy
by Michael R. Burch

Entropy?
God's universal decree
That I get to be
Disorderly?
Suddenly
My erstwhile boxed-in verse is free?
Wheeeeee!



Eternal Currents
by Michael R....

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Who Are You

What is your name?
Is it a crime to speak it out, loud?

Will someone come, 
from somewhere to here…
because we are too piercing, 
even...

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Butterfly, My Love

You have hair like golden silk. 
You laugh like clear water running over stones. 
Your eyes, they are the color of the sky,...

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Sweet Things

Aunt Candy was the candy lady and her name fit just fine. 
She made mountains of chocolates, every kind. 
Whip whistles that popped, crunchy...

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Rose, the bloom

Sweet in color, 
eternal in fragrance,
majestic monarch of the flowers. 

Kind lady in red, 
a fine dress made of silk, 
or sometimes sheer...

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