Shafted Poems - Poems about Shafted

...I’ve lost my heart among the woods, Where now it flutters in the drafts And moves about close secrets kept Within the floras’ whispered breath. I know because there glimpses break Between the ......

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...I was hoping for a little bit of tit She was hoping for a little bit of tat But when she turned 'round My balls hit the ground Because she was a he...with a bat......

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...{Three o'clock on a December afternoon, the sky is opaque as my nature has stood out, the rain drizzles down my windows and I am distinctly reminded how it once drizzled down my back; the lacquers o......

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...I'm just an old shovel, who loved spooning around Scooping up and over again, the same old ground I’ve handled jobs, few others would call profound Always piling high, and patting down......

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...Hit me like a back-handed slap when off-guard, unprepared and vulnerable. I could not see it coming! Lover's sweet words, once honeyed and kind, now sharp and cruel as thorns, piercing unrelentin......

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...The cemetery where my mother lies is overgrown While my father lies peacefully in perpetual care, Considering how he treated her when she was alive It seems this burial arrangement is ......

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...Juvenilia: Early Poems VII These are early poems I wrote as a boy and as a teenager. The Leveler by Michael R. Burch The nature of Nature is bitter survival from Winter’s bleak fury till......

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...romantic loom spins closure, unexpected bewildering jumble of unwinding threads messy break up in a ping pong bounce of accusations shafted love affair that's also about one's self complex jigsaw......

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...When I awoke this morning The sunny scape was grand I realized I'm squatting here On someone else's land Someone who for centuries Had roamed this vast terrain Mostly uninhabited In sun an......

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...when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight Dali’s time piece warps under face value and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest beneath the cover......

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...Ince St. Child by Michael R. Burch When she was a child in a dark forest of fear, imagination cast its strange light into secret places, scattering traces of illumination so bright, years......

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...How I love this time of year When Christmas markets beckon! All major cities have them And some small towns, too, I reckon. The festive booths display their wares, A lot of them hand-crafted, ......

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...Erin, for a girl who embodies Ireland by Michael R. Burch All that’s left of Ireland is her hair— bright carrot—and her milkmaid-pallid skin, her brilliant air of cavalier despair, her ......

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...Put the headset on adjust the boom mic launch the software in the manuscript write outside of my room lit with artificial lights cold black night sky over empty city now seeking words......

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...He was caught in a mine of a mind in reprisals admonitions and self-reproach Had been looking for diamonds and gold but then the escape shaft caved in Gotten shafted and the stake stuck like a......

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