Kids Poets Poems

I watch them grow through the lens of my device,
Each victory won in spite of pain,  
Every moment of tears turns to laughter, ...

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Quote By Poet: "Don't Let Books or Poems Become A Thing Of The Past."

A bookstore I can not pass up,
I need a new book I...

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Red blood courses through my veins
    I've written my will, I pay my bills
  The currents of the day reach me...

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Ancient Roman poets weren’t prudes,
the foulest vocabulary they used.
They spoke the language of the street
unaltered by artifice, much less discreet.
The prudish and the ignorant
were shocked...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his...

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Goodbye,  
How pleasant it is when some 
Discriminators and Haters  
say " Goodbye discrimination
 and hate in our lives." 

How happy it is when someone...

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So many more. Just a sampling of favorites, per contest instructions.
For each poet I have included a sampling of titles in parentheses.

THREE OF MY FAVORITES

Gershon...

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Take thine quill,
and with it write,
countless tales,
in black and white.

Tales of lost kids.
far from home,
feathered monsters,
dwarfs and gnomes.

Star-crossed lovers,
ill-gotten fate,
war torn kingdoms,
fuelled by hate.

So why...

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WHAT ABOUT WOLFS

shel silverstein: a bit childish, his giving tree my kids remember, though its parts were dismembered as it gave to the bitter end...

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to Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen

The common man gets up in the morning
To work in. order to feed his family,
The common man struggles to make...

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Another time and Place
                     ...

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Our two kids…I never knew this would happen but I am glad it did

Can’t wait to hear you say Dad or kiss me goodnight

Those little...

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I don’t have ideas she told me. Ha! I scoffed. You do.
Like baby tigers, they are waiting to be released.
But I don’t have any time,...

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Fell asleep, drooled ink on my pillowsheet.
Would this wise and wondrous dream be complete
           ...

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State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old...

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