Penknife Poems - Poems about Penknife

...Like a bowl of dry fruits There’s a motley of words-filled books On the writing table, And like an empty plate On it appears blank paper, As if penknife, the pen In hand, the poet waits, ......

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...THE ur POEMS & GAUD said, “Let there be LIGHT VERSE to illuminate the ‘nature’ of my Curse!” —michael r. burch grave request by michael r. burch come to ur doom in Tombstone; the ......

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...How reverently he removes the seal, anticipating the fragrance, the first small taste, remembering the warmth and laughter of the party, parties, the bar, the taverns, the men......

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...FREE VERSE VI Reason Without Rhyme by Michael R. Burch I used to be averse to free verse, but now I admit YOUR rhyming is WORSE! But alas, in the end, it’s all the same: all verse is u......

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...A fresh new birth has come again, I still have got more in life to gain, Memories of joy filled in my brain, Been through downs 'n' mountain, But I deserve happiness not pain. It's yet another......

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...The story is about someone's life, Written by pen and not a penknife, Telling of a cool guy with no wife, Who was brought up by a midwife. Even though she wasn't his mom, She struggled for him......

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...Lozenge by Michael R. Burch When I was closest to love, it did not seem real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness it might dissolve in my mouth like a lozenge of sugar. When I held......

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...FROM THE ur POEMS u-turn: another way to look at religion by Michael R. Burch ... u were borne orphaned from Ecstasy into this lower realm: just one of the inching worms dreaming of Be......

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...Wrap in dry onion skins and dip’em right; you’re going to get a big surprise. It’s colored oval onion bliss; something you wouldn’t want to miss. Grab those, Sharpies now, my friend;......

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...Moon rose from obscurity, once I released the fury of darkness. * Do not want to repeat; why my song was stolen by flight of birds. * The negativity of the penkn......

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...My dad told me when he was young And fit as fit could be As the best Saharan lumberjack He cut down every tree He rode a wild dinosaur From York to Timbuctu He took it back to London And put......

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...Let’s hear three cheers for the decade of disinfectant! Clean out your insides with cheap vodka! Blow your brains out with Nirvana! Your breath reeking of teen spirits, Does weed count as a veg......

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...I look for her in her room I thought she might be in there I saw no one was there But I saw something else There are crumpled pieces of paper I started to pick them up one by one I read it th......

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