Best Rubicon Poems

Life as with dreams will never last.
   The Sun our star had always shone,
   Until the final Arctic blast.

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I have been writing since a child ...
    my little stories ... made my family smile
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The fire logs glow,  flickering to and fro 
in her eyes he sees champagne dreams of love 
the soft adagio plays a velvet tune...

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The threshold of my Rubicon,
a thousand times been crossed!
For though I've lost I've also won
at such a dire cost.

Locked inside my oubliette,
covered in frost, I...

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"Skinwalker"


That one’s mind 
is like a scene from Chagall
dreams flow like blood bleeds
across the cortex page curtain call
an audience with the silent speakeasy 
cerebellum with...

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Eyes like cynthia's brow
starin beyond the cloud
in a ruminative refine gaze
indelliblely staring skyward

the men of the shadow deviced it
like a rustling of a dry leaf
He...

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How often does your childhood memories 
Haunt you? Deep asleep? 
When you awake at dawn? Halfway through 
The Rubicon of your daydreams?
In the thick of...

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The apple of my eye is a one for
An Amazon of an all in  one
Being sourced from the Almighty’s Blessings
A paradox in discovery by...

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Pay heed to those deeds from whence the heart must confess...
You're far from Rome Proconsul Caesar...
As they say, "All roads lead to Rome" Ariovistus
and all...

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You Never Listened
by Michael R. Burch
 
You never listened,
though each night the rain
wove its patterns again
and trembled and glistened...
 
You were not watching,
though each night...

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The rubicon is crossed,
thirteenth legion for glory.
Augustan,publico pro bono,
behold the untold story.

Marched into all Rome,
flags of the republic burn.
Demons threaten his name,
and say they shall...

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Rise up and ignite the freedom fire
Save Democracy before it's gone
Republic about to be Empire 
Orange Julius crossing Rubicon...

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The Class Divide 

It was an odd situation the town was divided by a river.
The west side was the posh part. I lived there, that...

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Those are not the scent of roses in the breeze.
It is more like the smell of aged provolone cheese.
It wavers along with some olive oil...

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