Poems My Brother Wrote- Spring Time Real Mess

Spring Time Real Mess.  

Hahaha. I’m allergic to muah.

It makes perfect sense cus I’m that ahchu.

Time to bust out that cure to This Springs Pollen.

Cus Benny keep me friendly when the Birches get popping.


Poems My Brother Wrote- European

I wake in terror.  Unseeing, unknowing.  My body tenses I pray I can make it to salvation.  I slip as I begin my mad dash to safety.  I have run this path before but today it seems much longer, harsher, darker.  I pray there are no new obstacles in my path to glory.  After a lengthy journey i reach my destination and the salvation I seek.  Slowly I return back to my cocoon in search of my lost sight knowing dreams will not return.  But at least I made it to that extreme destination known as ‘The Bathroom’.

-Manny L. Birch

Poems my Brother Wrote- Amble

The amble to this preamble is issue of this address.

i come to you under cover in darkness and in distress.

I cry for the moment when there will be relief from the stress

But i march everyday head high like the rest.

The preamble to this amble may get lost in the void

but who cares ‘I’m the man’ is the rally cry of the boy.

Beyond Disney and Nick this is a sad cold place

So I throw on some Missy and rock out to the bass

Cus the amble to this Preamble is just a line by a guy

Forgot which is which but I know I’ll get by.

No meaning in this just some lines an aside.

Now that I ambled was I able, you decide.

-Manny L. Birch(Author)

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National Poetry Wrting Month

So because I don’t have enough to do. (running from actual work) I have decided to attempt to participate in National Poetry Writing Month, which requires a poem for every day of April.  Well Since it is the 5th I will try to get one on here from now on.  And so on to the first bit of flash poetry.  PS.  Poetry is not my preferred medium.  So a bit of light fair to set us off..

Aude to MsWord

The saddest thing about today is that my word processor is expired.

really microsoft that’s where we are now. you’re fired.

I know Mr. Trump I owe you some money 

but really just listen cus this just ain’t funny.

I’d cry but my eyes are set to write and  read

and teary eyes will just affect the deed.  

So I guess its time to bust out the pad.

Pen and paper ugh am i my granddad?