93 Poems - Poems about 93

Jack 93

In a world of instant everything, responsibilities we shirk
Remember there’s no replacement for putting in the work

Make decisions not on hope but based on what you know
Life is not a rainbow

So don’t be fooled by the dreams you’re sold
There is no pot of gold

Chapter 93 -- Damian Delilah Mallory: the Affluent Festive Funeral Family Reunion

There was a twenty minute lull
Before the paramedics arrived to
Remove Greatgrand Dad's 
corpse. When the paramedics 
Arrived they examed Greatgrand 
And confirmed the family's dread.
 Damian and CJ accompanied 
The body to the Hospital. While
Julius and Father Hakim followed 
In a limousine. They wanted to
Assure their family burial prep
Laws, no cremation embalming 
Or autopsy. Afterward

No Title, Yet - 93

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye
While I’ve lived in a cloud with no emotion.
If I feel a little down and want to cry,
I just think of my new love across the ocean.

It’s not that I despise the ones from my past,
Nor that I’ve become someone I despise.
It’s just that I’m so

Stopping By

hwy 93 glides up into
the misty grey 
where billowing black
shifting clouds
shroud the moon
like pirate sails

wheels and metal
destined for what is
forever slipping away

yet drawing nigh

so gentle and so kind

stopping by the horizon
on a summer's eve
"because it could not stop for me" *
(if you read poetry)

sage hills roll on

long after I'm gone


From "Stopping by the Woods on

Eat Your Water - Tanka 93

                                               Negative ions
      

Haiku 93

velvety blossoms
on branches of cherry tree
fairy angel wings

Landsbyen -Into the North- An Epic Poem 93

Their sighting of the Village came more quickly than they anticipated, only a few hours after Joulupukki had mentioned it to Lumi.
     “Well, sooner than expected,” Joulupukki said aloud., “almost straight ahead, Lumi, do you see it.”
     “Ahhh, ahhh, oh, yes, there it is.  By Oden,

Highway 93 Revisited

Ectopic Wanderings

Born far from where
I was supposed to be,
 nearer to the end
I chased the beginning
throughout my life
—forever going home

(Red Lodge Montana: September, 2021)


18kt Memories

I’ll wear a Rolex
once I’m dead,
as accolades surround

The past what’s left
of what was right,
buried in the ground

Beneath my dreams
above my hope,
one wish to tell the tale

Of life now lived
with death in

Holocaust Poem: 93 Daughters of Israel

Ninety-Three Daughters of Israel
a Holocaust poem by Chaya Feldman
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We washed our bodies
and cleansed ourselves;
we purified our souls
and became clean.

Death does not terrify us;
we are ready to confront him.

While alive we served God
and now we can best serve our people
by refusing to be taken prisoner.

We have made a covenant of the

Flight 93

Flight 93
by Michael R. Burch

I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked
why existence felt so small, so purposeless,
like a minnow wriggling feebly in my grasp ...

vibrations of huge engines thrummed my arms
as, glistening with sweat, I nudged the switch
to OFF ... I heard the klaxon's shrill alarms

like vultures’ shriekings ... earthward, in a stall ...
we

November, 93

Twas like every November before it, 
But this one came with an air of uncertainty,
For the drums of celebrations had halted in may.
When Owen celebrated his second birthday.

Fate was finally smiling at Evbareke
Those around her had thought, 
For indeed she, the child whose mother abandoned just nine months after her birth.

And left in the care

Fires of Imagination 93

a visual sensation

Happening 93 Ear Candy

it
    is
        so 
           peaceful..
nothing
       is
          moving,
           no 
 

Class of 93

A quarter flip, skinny dip
Cool creek, full of trout
Homerun hit, tobacco spit
Moonshine night out

Team shirt, center dirt
Fastballs were a breeze
Mini skirt, fun to flirt
Weakness in the knees

Dirt pile, crooked smile
Pray before the pitch
Worth while, drunk dial
Bronco in the ditch

Dad’s pissed, slapped wrist
Shotgun in the dodge
Can’t miss, first kiss
Cow tippin, giggin frogs

Had a blast, gone fast
Class

On 9 11 01 I Got On Flight 93

On 9/11/01 I got on Flight 93 to get home
to my dear wife , who just couldn’t wait
to see me that night. 
I heard some fighting with 4 men who
looked liked terrorists and they apparently
would not stop in till one of them yelled
if any of you make a move you would
be killed and that’s unbelievable

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