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and then i was made whole!A Poem by Michael R. Burchand then i was made wholeby Michael R. Burch... and then i was made whole,but not a thing entire,glued to a perchin a gilded church,strung through wit.. |
Enough!A Poem by Michael R. BurchEnough!byMichael R. BurchIt’s not that I don’twantto die;I shall be glad to go.Enough of diabetes pie,and eating sickly crow!Enough of win.. |
Miklos Radnoti translation of "Letter to My Wife"A Poem by Michael R. BurchLetter to My Wifeby Miklos Radnotitranslated by Michael R. BurchA poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica.. |
Charles Baudelaire "Duellem" translationA Poem by Michael R. BurchDuellem (The Duel)by Charles Baudelaireloose translation byMichael R. BurchTwo combatants charged! Their fearsome swordsbrightened the air with fiery .. |
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insertA Poem by Michael R. BurchI've got Jesus's face on a wallet insertbyMichael R. Burchfor the Religious RightI've got Jesus's face on a wallet insertand "Hell is for Queers" on t.. |
A Child’s Prayer of Despair for a Hindu SaintA Poem by Michael R. BurchA Child’s Christmas Prayer of Despair for a Hindu SaintbyMichael R. BurchSanta Claus,for Christmas, please,don’t bring me toys, or games, .. |
ChangingA Poem by A Bohemian Womanshort poem |
Various HeresiesA Poem by Michael R. BurchVarious HeresiesBible Libelby Michael R. BurchIf Godis good,half the Bibleis libel.NOTE: I came up with this epigram to express my conclusions after r.. |
MamaA Poem by A Bohemian Womanpoem inspired by Mama - My Chemial Romance |
GehennaA Poem by The Unknown SithGehennaBlood red is my untouched bed my walls covered with the faces of the Dead evil tattoos cling to my body alive! on my blood they thrivewith Twis.. |
When I Was Small, I GrewA Poem by Michael R. BurchWhen I Was Small, I Grewby Michael R. BurchWhen I was small,God held me in thrall:Yes, He was my Allbut my spirit was crushed.As I grew oldermy passio.. |
Youth's deceitA Poem by A Bohemian Womanshort poem |
YouA Poem by Michael R. BurchYou!by Michael R. BurchFor thirty years You have not spoken to me;I heard the dull hollow echo of silenceas though strange communion between us.For th.. |
Hell's New TormentA Poem by Randy JohnsonWhen I died, I arrived in Hell and there was a lesson that I quickly learned.Satan is using a new kind of torture, people are no longer being burned.I.. |