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MetaVerse Dec 2023
2 little whos
in whoville dream
while dr. seuss
screams, "sam i am!"

a redblue fish
carols a zart
ious schlittenfahrt.

the grinch steals x-
ask, "who will fix
a boy named sue?"
made by
con spirito,
by my
(while birds are singing),
made u
& i
lía Apr 2021
for you.
i just love e.e. cummings and jane austen. don’t at me.
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
don’t forget ...
by michael r. burch

for Beth

don’t forget to remember
that Space is curved
(like your Heart)
and that even Light is bent
by your Gravity.

The opening lines of my poem were inspired by a famous love poem written by e. e. cummings. Keywords/Tags: cummings, space, curved, forget, remember, heart, light, bent, gravity, space-time

by michael r. burch, age 17

teacher, take a look at my life,
for it has just begun
and u think that i am “misinformed”
merely because i'm young;

but the truth is often hidden
(what lies lurk behind ur eyes?)
and maybe Puff can tell u
where the Dragon flies.

teacher, take a look at my life:
urs is a dull-edged knife
(the white-hot blade long blunted).
now ur as cold as ice.

still, when u come to class,
act like u know it all,
for if u show insecurity,
surely wee will folderol.

I wrote "teacher" after hearing the song "Old Man" by Neil Young. "Wee" is a pun, not a typo.
Colm Dec 2019
How could people die, I'd ask
In the springtime of youth
Most ignorant, find

Now I know, why people die at last
When the aches and the pains
Persuade, the mind

For they pass
And pass
As all do in time

And the new want of me
Is mine
This time

Because now, there is no one
Who remembers my ask
Noone outlives the time
Dying is fine
Kylee Dec 2019
I am filled with flour
And I am filled with dough
Sometimes I think I matter
and then I really don’t

Come now
Pitter patter
Away with me I say
Or down the hall of laughter
Away from me today

Here or there or never
I really still don’t know

I try to think it over
And end up just as filled with dough

-the bakery of my thoughts
E.E Cummings inspired
Colm Nov 2019
Where the sea meets the horizons shine
Inquisitive your eyes
Where your hairline meets your eyebrows raised
There also are mine and my praise  

The Vision - A Pretty Girls Brow Is A Horizon Of Sorts (Tess)
Colm Nov 2019
is not all       that I gained
When you said you would,       yes,
      to seeing       me

Not the source,
            but the desire       of true,       anxiety
      Your mere value alone       creates
the most anxious,       me
      To have       ever      been
            The hope       which once
Was just       a plea
A Hopeful, Anxious, Hopefully Desirable, Me
Dean Jul 2019
Two worlds collide
en masse they yield
so fine
like lips smacking, our fingers tapping
en route to greater design.
caress our flaws
stroke the doors
into our unconscious mind.

dive deeper with a kiss
explore exquisiteness
both penetrate and yield
gasp, laugh and squeal
now we close our eyes
and lick the inner thighs
bubbling to excess
unlock the inner goddess
the magma will explode
the red rain does now flow

scalding and softening
dissolving, engorging and pulsing
flowing, infusing and liquefying until

brinta, recapture
our rapture and play
precognitive display
emerges and surges
our bountiful urges
forming our boundaries
from this ****-filled foundry
blossomed and ready for today
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