Rose Vanity Poems

Oh, the gullible women threw themselves
at his intellectual poetry and prose.

To him, ah, he was as delightful as the scent 
of a fragrant spring rose....

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"The boy (Twist) asks for more," yelled Bumble
At the English charity minus charitable people
According to Victorian novelist, Mr Dickens

Since 1900, loud Christians yell, "more!"
No one...

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Their rustling becomes forgot part of past;
No pleasant environment can everlast,
Days of fall for reason their shade o'ercast,
So, we can clearly observe the contrast.

Nature has...

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Framed blemish.
Heavy as a tumor.
Solid as surrender.
Dig into epidermis.
Uproot the moment.
Unclean kernel.

Hard, cold reflection.
Show me pretty.
Clogged pores.
Yellow teeth.
Rheumy eyes.
Ugly is as ugly does.

Smile at the...

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Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms; 
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams. 

Dashingly...

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I sit still as a drop on a calm lotus leaf,
whispers of breeze grant me relief from inner grief;
Crystal-like, mercury-like, puddled, yet, cuddled,
Touching still not-touching;...

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All the President's memes;
Rose up into an army of stems;
They grew bold legs to carry them
Towards the good fight.

Though cavalier and sensing right;
They lacked a...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch

Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch
 
Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon...

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I’ve handled wealth I’ve handled money and all I got was vanity
All my precious time wasn’t used to build Christianity
Only based on fame taking my...

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Blooming colors in shade and sun;
Fragrant elegance, not to be outdone!
In field, garden and flowerpot,
The rose, the violet, and forget-me-not.

Proud and erect upon the stem,
All...

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You will walk on only green grass, with trees and lakes in the horizon,
On straight paths with flowers blooming on the side.
The Garden of Hesperidia...

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Jungle club weekend tarantulas walk
with a kingly swagger
wolf man gait
Don Juan alpha moves mirror taught;
nocturnal reflections cast
over past triumphs,
speak of new burning love ...
Throbbing abstinence...

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Cyril Flint walked Buckton’s center street,
the new sheriff of this Nebraska town,
he walked his beat, pacing up and down,
content to take in the cool morning’s...

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Remember the time there was no sun
And the world was dark
and we all lacked
Living in a disposian age
And apart for the Lord there was nobody...

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