Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair, the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar; invades the sacred hour of silent rest and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.
--Samuel Johnson
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“A bouquet of spring color adorns natures breast,
seductive banquet for flickering wings.”
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Don’t ever hug a lobster, if you meet one on the street!
If you hug a lobster to your breast, you’re apt to lose a teat!
If you hug a lobster lower down, it’ll snip away your privates!
If you hug a lobster higher up, it’ll leave your cheeks with wide vents!
So don’t ever hug a lobster, if you meet one on the street,
But run away and hope your frenzied feet are very fleet!
('Don’t ever hug a lobster!' by Michael R. Burch, keywords: animal, nature, scary)
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A white swan
parts the cherry-petalled pond
with her motionless breast.
—Roka, translation by Michael R. Burch
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Who, if I objected, would hear me among the angelic orders?
For if the least One pressed me intimately against its breast,
I would be lost in its infinite Immensity!
Because beauty, which we mortals can barely endure, is the beginning of terror;
we stand awed when it benignly declines to annihilate us.
Every Angel is terrifying!
('Rilke’s First Elegy' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation 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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Laying in my graveyard without flowers is like a Virgin breastfeeding a baby
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90% of fake breasts look like a deformity, 100% aren't worth touching and they only ever look good when clothed, truth
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Why must those depressed strive for breath, even as they cling to Jesus breast, holding the wing of a pure white dove?
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Staying abreast, keeps the Devil aware of our many heart strings to pull, having then, finessed ways to distract and muddle our thoughts, thoughts of which, can bring about a sadness of heart as if soured upon by its own initiative...
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