ur GAUD created hell; it’s called the earth;
HE mused u briefly, clods of little worth:
"let’s conjure some little monkeys
to be BIG RELIGION’s flunkeys!"
GAUD belched, went back to sleep, such was ur birth.
('yet another post-part'em christmas blues poem' by michael r. burch)
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Before he was my brother,
he was my lover,
though certainly not the best.
I found no joy
in that addled boy,
nor he at my breast.
Why him? Why him?
As the candles dim,
it grows harder and harder to say:
Perhaps girls and boys
are the god’s toys
when they lose their way.
('Morgause’s Song' by Michael R. Burch)
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The hands that held me tremble.
The arms that lifted, fall.
Angelic flesh, now parchment,
is held together with gauze.
But her undimmed eyes still embrace me;
there infinity can be found.
I can almost believe such unfathomable love
will still reach me, underground.
('The Greatest of These' by Michael R. Burch)
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"Poetry is the unveiling of all things beautiful, ugly, and real under ectoplasmic gauze and glamour mists or raw and in your face, presenting an underlying hidden truth, but always with passion and an underlying presence of truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"Poetry is the unveiling of all things beautiful, ugly, and real under ectoplasmic gauze and glamour mists or raw and in your face, presenting an underlying hidden truth, but always with passion and an underlying presence of truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Mortal...
Do not measure, love by, time.
Real feelings have no gauge in the scales of common men.
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"Our Hawaii summers denies us the knowledge that the other three seasons exist" - June 04, 2019 Commentary 'CLOSE MY EYES' by Line Gauthier
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At my age, eating porridge in the corner of my cottage is not a gauge to put me in rage. It may seem that am in the cage because of my wage; I shall manage for i know with God and hard work, i shall be celebrated on the Stage.
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