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The Poem I Never Wrote

I didn't pen the words, I didn't script the lines, To extol her virtues, To praise her perseverance. They lay in my chamber, Fallowed in my hind part, I was naive with words, Stagnant with its fluidity. She stood tall like a bamboo, Unruffled by life's vicissitudes, Unperturbed by its tempest, Unscathed by its inferno. She pushed back the tide, Meandered the clouded pathway, She wrestled the assailants, Freed from midnight's grasp. Time after time she prevailed, Until she took a bow, It was time for her to leave the stage, Pull together the curtains. Fourth Place Win in Poetry Soup Co

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Ideal to peruse the vast treasure trove
of lecture material
pertaining to aforementioned title
on the webbed wide world
especially gratifying to watch and listen
as various and sundry
noteworthy knowledgeable instructors
present material regarding
as topic yours truly
(Oh Henry) hankers to master
configuring networks and hosts
nsync with helpful visual aids linkedin with
purporting to master said concepts
easy as kindergartner to learn.

Young impressionable twittering
snapchatting reddit minds
analogous to sponge;

What the Poet Sees

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline blur,
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles ...
Both worlds grow obscure.

Published by ByLine, Bewildering Stories, Mandrake Poetry Review, E Mobius Pi, Underground Poets, Little Brown Poetry, Triplopia, Neovictorian/Cochlea, Muse Apprentice Guild, Mindful of Poetry, Famous Poets and Poems, Poetically Speaking, Poetic Ponderings, Poem Kingdom, PW Review, Poetry on Demand, Poet’s Haven and Poemine

That Bitter Night

We could have driven but hiked to the drugstore —
for a lark — on the bitterest night
spring ever whipped up. You held my hand
the whole way. A skin of ice as slick
as Teflon shellacked the streets and sidewalks.

In a coat as heavy and huge as a house,
you led the way as I helped you along.
As for myself, I felt as light
as a snowflake, for our bond seemed strong,
way stronger than this Baltic weather!

Did the old pharmacist assume
we were homeless when our noses were dripping?
The cashier, too, acted toffee-nosed,
seeing us so bundled up.

Doggerel

These are poems that may qualify as doggerel ...

The Humpback
by Michael R. Burch

The humpback is a gullet
equipped with snarky fins.
It has a winning smile:
and when it SMILES, it wins
as miles and miles of herring
excite its fearsome grins.
So beware, unwary whalers,
lest you drown, sans feet and shins!

The Blobfish
by Michael R. Burch

Velvet Glove Compartment

The above is photo for story
Here’s story
.
Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling.
As her olive skin neatly curved fingers
slid over an intermittently scratched carbon black handrail she had only the haziest of inklings of what is in store on this typical Mediterranean day with its samba infused energising heat.
Her home was both an opulent refuge and showpiece garden.

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