Son Teenage Poems

Bright-eyed spunky kid
no worries just living life 
one day at a time...

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Merrily Merrily cold January 2018
Damian wakes up late Saturday morning 
There was hardly a warning and 
She danced her way over to Damian's 
Bed. Hey...

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Son, let your mouth strangle silence - 
The silence that breeds pushovers
For profitless is the burden of a caged tongue
When spikes in thy bottom doth...

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Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk

Universe spun out of control and died
The planets sputtered out and then fell
The southern boy liked his chicken...

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When Dena and her girlfriend sneaked out of their houses at night, they both
would go and meet boys that they met during the daytime and...

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Daniel is 14, outside it's frosty and freezing cold,

He won't wear a coat, he says he is fine and he feels quite warm,

I guess when...

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Mike and his father went grocery shopping.
Mike, age 4, chooses a tuna meal fish can.
Since his hands were full as he was swapping.
Mike opts to...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VIII

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school and college student. 

Moon Lake
by Michael R. Burch

Starlit...

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Staggering, wobbling, stumbling...somewhere 
Watching the world spinning, and spinning, and spinning 
Confused and discombobulated, he wandered...somewhere 
Swerving his steps and slurring his words... 
Still carrying...

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What made you so special my freckle faced friend..
the day I heard you singing to a record, from your window next door.
Bell bottom clad teenaged...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VI



An Illusion
by Michael R. Burch

The sky was as hushed as the breath of a bee
and the world was bathed in shades of...

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In his green anorak
With a red bobble hat
He was sat in the midday sun
He was looking so glum
Our dear teenage son
Such a look on his...

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I’ve got a thirteen year old
His name is Jack
Never does what he’s told
He always answers back
He won’t go to school
He always tells lies
He thinks he’s...

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I spied them through our fence. 
They sparred with knuckled fist, 
a father with unruly buck 
beside back door for violent ruck 
that stag was...

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When I was a teen, I would munch
My way through the whole Sunday brunch.
I'd destroy that buffet,
Then as we walked away,
I would ask my poor...

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