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Igor needs a bigger lab XII

In bed Don loves wearing his gold
Where billionaire's come to the fold  
They need not hold loins
But just buy Trump coins
While we work till we're dead and old

Trump’s deals concern what he can break
It’s how this Don hauls in his take
The rich on him spend
As they must depend
On what they’ve kissed his ass to

Merry Christmas, Mom - Part XII

You were my mother until I was forty-one.
I was fortunate and lucky to be your son.
December has arrived and Christmas is near.
Life would be better if you were still here.
You were the best woman that I've ever known.
But since you died, I've spent Christmases alone.
If you and I could share another Christmas, it would be

Sappho Translations XII

Sappho Translations XII by Michael R. Burch

In the following short translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used in any way, shape or form.

I now, with all my heart, fully, as much as it is possible for me, blossom to

Happy Birthday, Mom - Part XII

Your death came as a surprise, it certainly wasn't foretold.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 76 years old.
I learned that you were terminal shortly before you died.
When your life ended, people were sure to be misty-eyed.
If you were still alive, I'd be spending your birthday with you.
When I say that you had love

Arabique XII

"Niq kusy ya maaly el basha," I moaned so softly.
"Bizzezz kabira," He said as he kissed the middle of my chest.
He is always the one leaving me feeling at my best.

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BM ecphrasis XII piano

An  Einaudi 'Le Onde'*
                                           Ludovico waves his introspective wand

SL ecphrasis couplet XII

'Fleurs et Ceramique'
Henri Matisse with diverse technique

The Hungry Stones XII

Heavy and eerie silence reigned therein, 
The dark rooms looking as sullen as mean, 
As if they had taken serious offence 
Against me who had failed in their esteem, 
My heart feeling contrite was heaving tense, 
To have halfway deserted my fond dream. 

No one was there my inner thoughts to share, 
None who so

CLERIHEW ecphrasis XII

XII
The wife of del Giocondo
made famous by artist leonardo
Da Vincin'Mona Lisa'* with such style
so demure with an enigmatic smile

Grocery Poem Xii

A gray and white cat sidles up 
	against the splotchy green dumpster
and meows despite himself.

The plastic lid slams hard at the end
of another long shift. It sounds desperately final
like the North Springs station, or the highest note

of a violin.

Chapter 62 -- Damian Delilah Mallory: the Family Seventeen Xii -- Vacation

Monday morning most merrily
Must have been a splendid 
Summer sleeping sort of a 
Night.  
Everyone was festive and 
Bright despite being hungry.
Damian and Dolly did the 
Food shopping while Molly
Stayed at the hotel with the
Children. "Can we have room
Service?" Remarked Justin. 
Matthias and Barrington both
Joined the noise, uttering
"Yeah, we're hungry, we're 
Hungry mommy." 

Zen Death Haiku Xii

ZEN DEATH HAIKU XII

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Both victor and vanquished are dewdrops:
flashes of light
briefly illuminating the void.
—Ouchi Yoaka, loose translation/interpretation of his jisei (death poem) by Michael R. Burch

The snow melts
the rivers rise
and the village is flooded with children! 
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Don't

Vampire Sonnets Xii Join Us

Jordan and I locked the Masqerade doors 
to find these vampires and learn a bit more; 
The night air feels so intimidating, 
we have to be ready for anything; 

Temperature seems to set off this desire 
it feels like my veins have been set on fire;
Insatiable thirst we have to get there, 
to hear the

Juvenilia: Early Poems Xii

Juvenilia: Early Poems XII

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.

Because you came to me in my black torment
and kissed me fiercely, blazing like the sun
upon parched desert dunes,

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