Girl Slavery Poems

No toys to play with,
she draws dolls on the dry soil
with soft soiled fingers.
The pale face is drenched,
not by joyous summer rain.
Is it dripping tears?
The...

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We were known for being feminine, 
but femininity is not being too sensitive.
It's a serious talk about facts, that all of us should think positive.
We...

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Behold!! The mighty are falling..
In the tempted tunnel of a modern prostitute, who calls herself hookup girl..

Her charming chambers glitters...
Her couch caught mighty men to...

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I was eleven years old
When I watched, from the shag carpeted floor,
Roots – the series proclaiming 
Injustice beyond my comprehension
Prejudice that would prevent me
From ever...

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I've come to you a pretty girl
I've come to you just right
I'm longing for your arms abhor
I'm offered you tonight.

I call you for the favored...

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Amidst the turmoil of running feet
Vile words instead of flowers under trees
Poison flooding homes
An under-age girl half naked is found on the street.
She stumbles on...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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Questions

What defines... success?
Is it how many people you know. 
Is it where you have been, 
or where you will go? 

Is it who you talk...

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U

It is cool here. 
Is it hot there?
You have not written. 
I have not received...
a letter.

Do you think of me?
I remember you. 
I can not...

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Chapter 2, The 1492. 
That’s where they like to begin. They skip over the terrorists activities of theft, plunder, and genocides. When we naively thought...

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Tuning William Blake's Whistle
by Michael R. Burch

a musical prophecy, after William Blake

I.

Many a sun
and many a moon
I walked the earth
and whistled a tune.

I did not...

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Martial epigram translations

Epitaph for the Child Erotion
by Marcus Valerius Martial
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Lie lightly on her, grass and dew...
So little weight she placed...

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Orpheus
by Michael R. Burch
 
after William Blake

I.
Many a sun
and many a moon
I walked the earth
and whistled a tune.
 
I did not whistle
as I worked:
the whistle...

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