Best Warted Poems

A tomb
So chill    so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus'd
Her warted    weaving spire
In eerie    midnight sun

A womb
Come    bubble    bubble down
In gloom the vaulted way

To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light...

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Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems

Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot!"



Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of...

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Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot."



Stage Craft-y
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a dromedary
who befriended a crafty canary.
Budgie said, "You can’t sing,
but now, here’s...

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Oh me Oh My a ghost
no ship but  I see coming a pirate
their breath the scent of candy
away they scramble with frightening cries
Look across the moon flies a witch
and dangled from it's web a spider!


a huge black and spotted spider
watch as it wiggles towards...

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Hear the sounds like tip toes?
It goes round about the “Hoots of Aspen”
Twith torn and tatter twos

If you look to coming nightfall
Shadows short, but spry beneath the moon
And you'll see a crop of perked and pointed ears

And be betwixt a tough, but very ancient 
Crackle...

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When life hands you a heavy load
and your left feeling like a warted toad
You've been knocked down flat on your back
And feel that you are under great attack

Things start to mess with your mind
The longer you dwell in it you get further behind
You feel that...

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THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy

A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus’d 
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun

A womb
Come, bubble, bubble down
In gloom, the vaulted way

To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day

Profound
Black iron gargoyle’s heads
Resounding, deathless, ringing

To hear
The...

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Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

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,...

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If I Falter
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

If I regret
fire in the sunset
exploding on the horizon,
then let me regret loving you.

If I forget
even for a moment
that you are the only one,
then let me forget that the sky is blue.

If I should yearn
in a season of discontentment
for...

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Happily Never After: the Second Curse of the Horny Toad
by Michael R. Burch
 
He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in chinks and grew so small
at last to be invisible....

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Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the Horny Toad)
by Michael R. Burch

He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in chinks and grew so small
at last to be invisible. He...

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"The end is near," the short-wave said.
"Before midnight, all will be dead."
I aim to leave my baggage here.
For my warted nose should I fear?

April fifteen and taxes due
Can I afford to be so lax
As to ignore my yearly tax?
Pinch me, pinch me, I hope ‘tis...

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There was a witch who couldn't fly. 
She couldn't sit upon her broom 
like other witches in the sky. 
There was a witch who couldn't fly. 
She was so fat from thigh to thigh, 
her sweeper vanished in that gloom. 
There was a witch who...

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FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING


My heart lies vacant
             to vulnerability, voiding into
                   a warm womb 
...

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Yesterday, a weight of mind, derived by thought, delivered in chain
Imagined pressure through cranial consumption of societal norms
These weights do not weigh a pound, nor make a sound
Yet, we feel heavier by day.
Memories and angst, a turmoil of mind so hard it seems impossible to...

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