Anachronism Poems - Poems about Anachronism

...There’s no reason for this change Make us move our clocks all forward Always leaves me feeling strange Maybe better if we ignored Daylight Saving’s overblown Not like it is farming season Why c......Read More

...Ill suited for madcap twenty first century world One garden variety generic male - the very writer of these words feels akin to an anachronism, whereby his being alive at this juncture within t......Read More

... superlative in wrath as one who avenges nemeses sometimes a man out of hate is subsumed in sounds propagating the use of onomatopoeias stomping slapping and gerunding the ancient and eternal......Read More

... Yarns are swerving right now, as sadly as a fall coat of leaves It's crimson for a split second, sending cures from the last zest. the shade then fades to yellow, I wish I could ......Read More

...I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day Ah Sheik Hog - Ho! One "FAKE" Wingman think Monty Python's Flying Circus skittering on thin ice - Skidamarink a dink......Read More

...I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day Ah Sheik Hog - Ho! One "FAKE" Wingman think Monty Python's Flying Circus skittering on thin ice - Skidamarink a dink......Read More

...Guitar Acoustic, Electric Strumming, Resonating, Soloing Modern, Popular, Antique, Anachronism Plucking, Projecting, Ac......Read More

...Poems about Poems V Distances by Michael R. Burch There is a small cleanness about her, as though she has always just been washed, and there is a dull obedience to convention in her accommo......Read More

...As the drunk teacher was saying: The hum of the computer Was a common feature In 5 BC one student Was looking up: Anachronism......Read More

...Sonnets V-IX Afterglow by Michael R. Burch The night is full of stars. Which still exist? Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know. For now I hold your fingers to my lips and feel t......Read More

...Pointed Art Michael R. Burch The point of art is that there is no point. A grinning, quick-dissolving cat from Cheshire must have told you that. The point of art is this— the hiss of Cup......Read More

...Afterglow by Michael R. Burch The night is full of stars. Which still exist? Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know. For now I hold your fingers to my lips and feel their pulse: warm, p......Read More

...Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism me thoughts infused with thom hankering for yesteryear circa antebellum i.e. American Civil War era veer rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling upon i......Read More

...Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism, this lifetime skeptic now tenuously linkedin with Unitarianism attests, said upbringing proffered, mine credo, gestalt, leitmotif, sans abstractionism ......Read More

...I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day Ah Sheik Hog - Ho! One "FAKE" Wingman Flying Via O'hare To Dublin y'know Cuz, The Leprechaun within me, seeks young spr......Read More