Others Poems

I love the furniture flipper shows
Where people buy old furniture, fix it up
And sell it for hopefully a profit

The furniture I love often remains unsold
Whereas the items I think will never sell
Are usually the first things to be purchased

As these...Read More

hope is in the eye of beholder
while life is dark to others,
light brightens days when cloudy...Read More

Nuremberg, Nuremberg, I’ve done nothing wrong
only followed orders, the children only song.
First it was the word, next it was the book
then it was history, surreptitiously they took.

From a child’s birth, others choose the way 
raising children skillfully, parents have no...Read More

Is the Mirror Unkind?, for an Anorexic
by Michael R. Burch

for anyone struggling with self-image and self-worth

She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm...
but she’s grossly unthin
when seen from within;
soon an entire campus will mourn.

Yet she’d never once...Read More

Enlighten your mind by opening up your heart
Such will you find as soon as you start
There’s only One Way in which  you  achieve
In Jesus we pray that everyone will believe

All that is seen and unseen, said and unsaid
The...Read More

As a child, I learned that life is cruel
And justice is blind
My loving family filled with secrets and care
All I ever wanted 
A love to call my own
A place to be unafraid of my surroundings 
Why am I ever denied
Leaving...Read More

Land of the Free


Oh! Thou sweet land of the free, ????

You paved the way so others could find their ways

Where men of letter fought for a better day, 

And find solutions without delay.
 

Oh! The first daughter of Africa ????

Your children...Read More

"Dead Crush"



Oh uplift me woman
if we were to have a 
conversation would 
bees fly out of your mouth
or just mewling, simpering 
watered-down honey
not so pristine, just soft
and somewhat 
ingratiatingly tainted
you ply uplifting
romantic notions
like an air raid 
shelter bombing 
a numb...Read More

Starving stomach, food in the brain,
Some say disease, others say vain.

Her new friend Ana, showing the way,
Worshipping scales, twice a day. 

To her, she is way more than fat
to others, way thinner than flat.

The built in rule, let food in,
And...Read More

don't fall in love 

Loving him in a romantic way
From a one way street till endless highways 
Till he signaled no entry sign
I was a fool or maybe the luckiest of all
For some people,
That happens once in a lifetime
Or
For others,
They...Read More

You have to. We have to. They have to. Someone has to.
We are all astounded by her sheer bossiness. 
She is four, and already wants someone to have rules.
She likes being the rule maker.

You have to say “please”. This makes...Read More

The healthy foods do not appeal to me.
Carrots. Nope. Radishes. Na-dah.
Peanut butter. Yes! Chocolate! Uh-huh! 
Apple pie with ice cream.
I dream of these things. 

Someone brought something foreign to lunch.
Try it! She said. It is wonderful. A healthy snack.
It looked...Read More

GROWING UP ACROSS THE STREET FROM 
TIGER STADIUM HAS ITS ADVANTAGE
AND DISADVANTAGES.
BEING A YOUNGSTER 
HOT HUMID MUGGY SUMMER NIGHT.
DETROIT MICHIGAN.
JULY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND 73
WOULD TURN OUT TO BE A VERY
COLD
NIGHT.
IN THE MOST UNTHINKABLE WAY.
RUNNING AROUND TIGER STADIUM
3 HOURS BEFORE THE...Read More

(a prose-poem)

He was very young, he knew that he relied on others to think, 
live and survive, although survival was an unknown planet in an 
as yet, unread comic book.

He spent much of his time in that garden.
There were people...Read More

I raised my voice…
My voice to say what I believe;
To show others what I perceive,
But you tormented me in grieve.

I raised my voice…
My voice to show I matter;
To prove I wasn’t least nor latter,
But you discarded it as idle chatter.

I...Read More

If you have sense 
Do sensible things 
lf you can reason then 
Do rational things
If you can talk talk aright
When you're permitted
To see don't see doom
Learn not to condemn
The foolish acts of others 
Without pouring them 
The water of solution
If...Read More

It is high time we gave credit
To those men who are not violent to women and other men.
To those men who turn away from hate and self pity.
To those men who have died trying to protect women.
To those men who...Read More

All things can tempt me some far more than others

Hear what sates my desire what are my druthers


Anger and booze led me astray in the past

Poetry and rhythm now give a kinder blast


Coffee helps for my ink to flow from...Read More

At the age of almost seventy, I'm now looking closer at my longevity.
The 'twilight years" are quickly approaching, my parts, now old are boldly encroaching. I'm running out of time to right a wrong before I, too, sing my swan...Read More

How does one interpret,
Everyday moments

We all want clarity and forthrightness,
So why the discombobulated torment

Of words that distort the facts,
Untruthful twisted personal attacks

The world is a grand stage,
Where reputations can be made

Or lost,
By words tossed

Without validity,
Or connection to reality

Yet the guilty...Read More

Change is hard for everyone,
But attitude helps you overcome 

The hesitation to try something new,
Because of a positive  “can do”

Erases the doubt,
And gives you clout

To accept a new challenge,
Perhaps learn a new talent

Or change with the times,
Leaving the past...Read More

How often do you regret,
Questioning what you suspect

To be an opportunity missed,
Wanting to do over, you wish

Another chance,
To improve your circumstance

Please let me try,
I won’t let this one go by

Without fear,
It’s perfectly clear

With fear,
Success is no where near

So why do...Read More

Our life is defined by choices,
Improved by the ones avoided 

Each day making me,
I want to believe 

But what if I had chosen differently,
I wonder what would have become of me

How much of me would be the same,
Or would I...Read More

BASS CLEFT SIGN HOLDER....RATTIA TAT, RATTA TAT TAT!
I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE'S AT.

tREBLE CLEFT SIGN HOLDER........rOUX BULL SAY YE. OF LOVE TO SUPPER.
DOES SAY SHE IN LOVE WITH HER LOVER
TO MOON THE HONEYS OF OTHERS.

fRENCH HORN PLAYER... WHUR, WHUR,...Read More

Feet


They first appear propped up
at the end of the bed naked as if 
they had just sprouted from my ankles.

I rarely give thought to my feet, 
much less the feet of others, aesthetically, I mean, 
unless attached to polished marble,...Read More