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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Epigrams V Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry? —Michael R. Burch Teach me to love: to fly beyond sterile Mars to percolating Venus. —Michael R. Burch Byron was not a shy one, as peacocks run. —Michael R. Burch When I visited Lord Byron's residence at Newstead Abbey, there were peacocks running around the grounds, which I thought appropriate. Less Heroic Couplets: Unsmiley Simile, or, Down Time by Michael R. Burch Quora is down! I frown: how long can the universe suffice without its ad-vice? "Lu Zhai" ("Deer Park") by Wang Wei (699-759) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Uninhabited hills ... except that now and again the silence is broken by something like the sound of distant voices as the sun's sinking rays illuminate lichens ... Swiftly the years mount by T'ao Ch'ien loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Swiftly the years mount, exceeding remembrance. Solemn the stillness of this spring morning. I will clothe myself in my spring attire then revisit the slopes of the Eastern Hill where over a mountain stream a mist hovers, hovers an instant, then scatters. Scatters with a wind blowing in from the South as it nuzzles the fields of new corn. War, the God by Michael R. Burch War lifts His massive head and turns... The world upon its axis spins. ... His head held low from weight of horns, His hackles high. The sun He scorns and seeks the rose not, but its thorns. The sun must set, as night begins, while, unrepentant of our sins, we play His game, until He wins. For War, our God, our bellicose Mars, still rules our heavens, dominates our stars. Shotgun Bedding by Michael R. Burch A pedestrian pediatrician set out on a dangerous mission; though his child bride, Lolita, was a sweet senorita, her pa’s shotgun cut off his emissions! Keywords/Tags: epigram, epigrams, mayfly, mayflies, mountain, mountains, star, stars, stellar, glowworm, firefly, mimic, mimicry, irony, jealousy, judgement, life, mortality, loss, nature, transience, Quora
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