Vaudevillian Poems - Poems about Vaudevillian

...Children's Poems IV These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Boundless by Michael R. Burch for......

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...Somewhere in time this Philosopher stonily ponders... A poet (quite familiar with yours truly) sat at his computer trying his darnedest to craft a rhyme imagining when both parents of mine liv......

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...It is a classic movie destined to be, unless we all end up enslaved by a government as portrayed in the movie, then it will be censored most certainly, making it a crime to possess, never again to......

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..."Who am I? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask, but on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to......

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...Poems about Children IV Salat Days by Michael R. Burch Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr. I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ... though first......

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...Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers III Success by Michael R. Burch for Jeremy We need our children to keep us humble between toast and marmalade; there is no time for a ticker-t......

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...Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster... Without making a twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle irrepressible bone a fide funny reaction, or appearing the foolish spectacle of myself, ......

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...No Stopping The Carousel Of Time! The inescapable reality consigning one at birth automatically includes no breath oblige premise, whereat existence can terminate with sud......

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...Now I lay me down to sleep… I pray the Lord my mind to keep… Zombies are gathered all around, trying to keep me from my sleep. They want to be the futures’ new symbols, for All Hallows Eve. They b......

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...Boxed lures lay: belly-up, forlorn, caste off sinkers, line-less, relics of peaceful bygone days. In vaudevillian colors of corny-orange: their hooks rusty, their prongs dulled in an unalluring h......

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...I stand naked wrapped only in the truth you vile, loathsome reptile. My contempt of you is limitless as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy. Your postulations are lost on me as my insight into ......

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