fleeting moon
...The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious...
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Categories:
trollop, goodbye, humor, moon, space,
Form: Free verse
Holiday Limericks
... A Red-Letter Day
Staid pilgrims grew leery, Thanksgiving Day,
When men came to feast, half-covered in hay.
"Where's Hester?" wives asked
And elders were tasked
To march to the barn and give...
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Categories:
trollop, holiday, thanksgiving day,
Form: Limerick
make that one look like a trollop
...Make that one look like a trollop grandma said.
We thought that she had lost it; blown something inside her head.
Here are the clothes I want this doll to wear.
She insisted on choosing everything...
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Categories:
trollop, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
collective nouns: ten front teeth are seven thebes every day of the week
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homelands / husbands / playing house / strands
& strings of horses behind strangers lounging
un-belonging to Thebes of Sevens or women,
depending on how you slice matters, as a perspective
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Categories:
trollop, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Three Old Crows
...Three old crows were standing head-to-head
Conversing in the hallway between the classes
Wondering who they were dissing, with dread,
I knew fellow teachers they thought jacka**es,
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Categories:
trollop, community, society,
Form: Quatrain
Christmas Cigars
...Everyone voted Mrs. Garret’s tree as the best Christmas display in the village. Which was surprising in a way, as she was not really a local.
Richard Garret, her husband, was not a man to be trif...
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Categories:
trollop, christmas, conflict,
Form: Narrative
One Click Closer - Online Dating
...One click closer to a naughty mama.
One click closer to a blue chanteuse.
One click closer to a prima donna.
One click closer to a femme fatale.
One click closer to a black deed done.
One click ...
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Categories:
trollop, relationship, satire,
Form: Light Verse
Sonnets Xc-Xcvii
...Sonnets XC-XCVII
Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch
I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between cle...
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Categories:
trollop, art, grave, grief, life,
Form: Sonnet
Enough Has Been Enough
...Enough Is Enough Horn Haiku
enough is enough
trump really was terrible
so we should impeach
completely absurd
totally denigrating
should get rid of trump
had been Bellau Wood
soldiers w...
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Categories:
trollop, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Rennie's Outlaw, Part I
...I.
Rennie Hauser gazed out of the window
as the stage slowly trundled down the road,
the sun beat hard on the towering peaks
that ran across northern Colorado.
She was on the way to see her fa...
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Categories:
trollop, angst, fear, heartbreak, history,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
The Woman With the Red Dress On
...The woman with the red dress on
is the sensuous Scarlett O'Hara,
protagonist of "Gone with the Wind,"
a woman caught.between the old South
and new South as she struggles to survive,
aiming to sa...
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Categories:
trollop, betrayal, conflict, history, passion,
Form: Rhyme
Limericks Iii - Grab Bag
...Limericks III - Grab Bag
Being a peace activist, I once wrote a limerick in an attempt to stop needless wars:
Of Tetley’s and V-2's
(or "Why Not to Bomb the Brits")
by Michael R. Burch
The...
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Categories:
trollop, humor, humorous, light, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Mother of Cowards
...Mother of Cowards
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"
So unlike the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Spread-eagled, showering gold, a strum...
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Categories:
trollop, america, discrimination, freedom, independence
Form: Sonnet
What Good Are Our Tears
...What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch
What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?
Wha...
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Categories:
trollop, child, child abuse, children,
Form: Free verse
Meleager Translations
...If I am Syrian, what of it?
Stranger, we all dwell in one world, not its portals.
The same original Chaos gave birth to all mortals.
—Meleager translation by Michael R. Burch
Love, how can I ca...
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Categories:
trollop, desire, drink, feelings, for
Form: Epigram
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