Unguent Poems - Poems about Unguent

... Tune perdendosi purple evening ebbs decipher Out blotted skies swaddle boats’ cosy slumber Burst fish femme fins, her brave roe survivors Immense installation ce......Read the rest...

...Brownian motion writ large... within small medium as light brainstorm doth hail forth the following poem. Across the realm of gray matter slowly percolating within tissue composed of neuron......Read the rest...

...Me and the missus live in decent sturdy accommodations (formerly Schwenksville Elementary School ofttimes referred to as prison, and manager as the de facto warden), albeit not so shabby nor ch......Read the rest...

...FREE VERSE VI Reason Without Rhyme by Michael R. Burch I used to be averse to free verse, but now I admit YOUR rhyming is WORSE! But alas, in the end, it’s all the same: all verse is u......Read the rest...

...THIS WORLD OF DEW This world? Moonlit dew flicked from a crane's bill. —Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Seventy-one? How long can a dewdrop last? ......Read the rest...

...A euphemism! I? That I do decry! Why the very word does imply That I would ignore, omit, pervert… If only to prevent some hurt. Well, let me speak out forthright: Search thoroughly my ways as ......Read the rest...

...BF’s Girl Man is identified by behavior. I say man and she demands an Accounting. The definitive correlative Can not be spoken. The constant common Can not be held in union. I must discours......Read the rest...

...The Dance of Salome Herod bellowed out the night's festive orders.. "Bring the torches, bring the tables.. more wine, that we may rejoice, for tonight we revel i......Read the rest...

...We (me and the missus) live in a decent accommodations low income quite modest rent, which facility lacks no shortage of gossip mongers with mail delivery the major event many old people sme......Read the rest...

...1. A satellite on me is so superfluous b’cos even without it, you’ll see my flaws my new adulthood on your eyes is a sty as my every late night makes you pray and cry anytime my rebellion faces y......Read the rest...

... There’s a streetlamp outside my bedroom window A yellow halo suspended in the ebon night An eerie glow like an alien moon That seems slightly awry Somewhat out of tune In the black vel......Read the rest...

...MOTHER’S LITTLE KILLERS She hates them, the unguent power Which sticks her fairy wings together Making impossible the ivory tower Of disinterested passion, the if and whether Of generic name......Read the rest...

...Your curiosity pulled the poisoned dirk of loneliness from the deepest chamber of my quaking heart. With steady hand pressed to the open wound, the healing process began as wonder turned to ......Read the rest...