Morgan Michaels Poems

Then, the housekeeper- Ring!
Did she suspect me sitting,
at phone side, listening
to all she said, her
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Forget the Past. Everybody has to.
Its clinging, singing siren melodies
Are quicksand. It will swallow you.
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A ring, a rap at the door and you were
there you were in all your gory glory.
The start-up bars to Don Juan's last affair
(when the hard-put servant, content till now to obey
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'I like it', he cried.
'I hate it', she replied.
Truth, lie- what a waste
if sloth and churlish pride
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Some enjoy a Goya
They could stare at one all day
Or find Rembrandt transcendent
Or put their stock in Klee
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John Steinbeck (one answer only, please)
a) lived in Rheinbeck
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You, my dear,
are like a lovely view-
a haven for the homeless,
a melodious road
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and overnight, in one fell swoop
liquidated blocks of snow
and brought to the trees unruly rows
of straggly flowers, pink and cream;
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It was a long time ago
The 28th Olympiad, I guess.
Twice we won gold for 1) dancing on TV
And 2) world-class hypocrisy.
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Past rustic towns and seas
I've traced you to your
final resting place, my brother,
rehearsing in my heart the prayer
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