Short Xxii Poems

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Premium Member CLERIHEW ecphrasis XXII

Berthe Morisot* looking at you
the inner woman comes into view
An artist herself- an equivalent
with feelings so ambivalent
art
Form: Ekphrasis


Premium Member Life With T-Rump Xxii

It's the middle class t-rump attacks
This ass dumps our social contracts
For Inc(s) he does care
And for-the-rich welfare
Disguised by his off the wall acts
Form: Limerick

A Hundred Poems - Xxii

That blade which takes
I took that made
what cuts I did
so did I bleed
and took my road
that dust and blood
the path my blade
had cut for me
end-roads!

::~::

Grocery Poem Xxii

I must have dropped my unconscious mind
in the home & garden aisle yesterday

in a dream the intercom
crackles to life, tickling my ears
a familiar voice calls out

reminding me that I need
to water my houseplants soon
© C.W. Bryan  Create an image from this poem.

Makita Xxii: Cocaine Memories

Awaiting a light
To guide us down the path
that composed our eternity

For no woman I have swayed
In quite the fashion as I for you
For no woman could I have swooned
as I swiftly as I for you

and if ever there was a chance
to seize the pendulum
‘tis your constant amour
Then the risk would equalize
The value you illustrate
Form: Verse


Sonnet Xxii Good People

People are Good
Their Creator made them so.

Yes, they do go wrong
And even when they mean well,
They constitute Misery to others
Some other times, they release themselves
To be used by the messenger of misery.

We do Bad things
I mean, very Bad things.
Not that we are Bad,
But many times, our choices are Bad
And sometimes our Good turns Bad,
Leaves us helpless and Misunderstood
But, we are Good People.
@JULY 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
Form: Sonnet

Early Poems XXII

These are my early poems, or juvenilia. 

Analogy
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 19

Our embrace is like a forest
lying blanketed in snow;
you, the lily, are enchanted
by each shiver trembling through;
I, the snowfall, cling in earnest
as I press so close to you.
You dream that you now are sheltered;
I dream that I may break through.

Published by Borderless Journal (Singapore)

Keywords/Tags: Early poems, juvenilia, college, analogy, embrace, forest, snow, lily, dream
Form: Rhyme

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