Best Flagstones Poems

you May-
think me odd    perhaps strange 
peculiar and off the wall-
but I
like to wander cemeteries

among    rows       on rows

I love the tranquility
there is a peace    like no other
where hidden birds sing...

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A faint perfume of lilac blooms has stirred the sleeping dawn
Bright sunlight weaves a golden loom with threads across the lawn
Crisp white-lipped Delphiniums tossed snowflakes to the hills, while
Daffodils and pink jonquils shake off the morning chill

Each violet of morning has left no stone deferred
Found...

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you May-
think me odd    perhaps strange 
peculiar and off the wall-
but I
like to wander cemeteries

among    rows       on rows

I love the tranquility
there is a peace    like no other
where hidden birds sing...

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You stood there in the empty room
with sadness on your face
a memory of years gone by
lay silent in its place
A house you’d built
with your own hands;
no longer yours to own
against your will, abandoning
this place you once called home
The old wood floors were splintered now
and flagstones...

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The soft throaty purr
Of a returning plane
Bringing back memories
Of sun dappled waves
Washing sun drenched sand 
Where bodies bronze 
On a rainbow beach.
Those warm evenings 
when the rich red rioja
Lends a luscious lustre
To the spicy tapas.
How commanding 
etched in sharp shadow
Are the towering churches
Promising a cool...

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The sermons nearly finished, suddenly a happening befalls my eyes
Our congregation now sits silent, amidst echoing tearful cries

An old man we know as Tommy, he's the retired Rector of our Academy
Now lying silent on the stone cold flagstones, he disappeared from see

Motionless to ashen in...

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                  ;;;;;;;;;Deep in the garden,. old...

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Scared to walk on the flagstones that your love would lay in my journey
My journey to freedom
My journey to diffidence  
My journey to destiny.
I returned back flake of your sole that was with me as a keepsake
AND started ambling legs on the promenade of...

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Once on Cecil Place
fledgling flagstones freckled
like summer faces
in Septembers of taut cypress.
Now neglected planters are urns
for my young ashes,
crypts gaping silent screams.
Blistered doors do not divulge 
past secrets,
gravure images are gravel 
on a eroding drives.
Fissured streets
are cracked mirrors
reflecting shards of selves.
Time is a slumlord 
its...

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I stopped awhile, to rest my legs, and spied a crevice in the wall
where mossy stones, and flagstones, lost, are hidden in the vines
I'm quite intrigued, so I must squeeze, and curl myself into a twig
and soon, I've found my way inside, where sun shines...

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There is no Path
but there is where I have trod.

There is no Path
but there are promises.

There is no Path
despite the signs.

There is no Path
despite the flagstones.

There is no Path
but there is where I have trod.

I may only truly
come to've earned the word
'path' at all
if after...

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 In Paradise, in it's  grass, they dig holes.
 In which, to place the ashes of those who can pay.


The grass grows between the Cloisters, Cathedral and
the silence of stone monks.

From within the Cloisters, echoing steps on flagstones, ricochet out through gothic arches,
along, with...

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Advice to Young Poets
by Nicanor Parra Sandoval
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Youngsters,
write however you will
in your preferred style.
Too much blood flowed under the bridge
for me to believe
there’s just one acceptable path.
In poetry everything’s permitted.

Originally published by Setu



Ivy
by Michael R. Burch

“Van trepando en mi viejo dolor...

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FREE VERSE VI

Reason Without Rhyme
by Michael R. Burch

I used to be averse
to free verse,
but now I admit
YOUR rhyming is WORSE!

But alas, in the end,
it’s all the same:
all verse is unpaid
and a crying shame.



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a...

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Peanuts slowly slid between the old man's fingers as he watched.
Unaware, his long time patrons smiled and greeted him as they passed.
The music stopping abruptly,
he listened to the sound as the nuts hit the cobbles of the ancient plaza where he stood, his back against...

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